The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the living room of the Wagner residence, Dr. Wagner hugged his son, who was on the ground, bruised and battered. Both of them shivered uncontrollably, seeking warmth from each other.

Bella and Justin sat on the sofa, an arm's length away from each other. Once deeply in love, sharing their most intimate moments, the small gap between them now felt like an insurmountable chasm. It was a quiet, heartbreaking sight.

Justin's face remained expressionless and collected.

Bella stole a glance at him before lowering her gaze, her lips pressing together as her fingers traced where he had touched her shoulders. It still seemed to carry a trace of his lingering warmth.

"To think you dare mess with my friends? You are really fearless," Ryan sneered from above, flexing his gloved fingers menacingly.

"Chairman Hoffman... My son acted rashly because he was scared!" Dr. Wagner begged bitterly. "He was only worried about his father! Please! Have mercy on him. If you need to punish someone, punish me!"

"Oh! We have a devoted son here, do we?" Ryan's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "Such filial piety... Gambling abroad, racking up over $10 million in debt, squandering your parents' savings, and then hiding like a rat after returning home. What a joke!"

face turned pale as he buried himself deeper into his father's

son. "Jerome. Is what Chairman Hoffman said true?

Bella's heart clenched.

up an enormous gambling debt overseas, barely escaping with his limbs intact. He had mortgaged their family villa

the house would not cover the debt, let

was undoubtedly Justin's doing. Bella's lips curved faintly. Once again,

son. But his punches were futile. "You ungrateful brat! Do you want to

gaze settled on Justin's chiseled face. His smirk turned mischievous. "I'm

son, his cold silence more

what do you want?" Dr. Wagner cried

His cold voice pierced the air. "Who ordered you to

stammered, unable