The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Ms. Amaryllis, we've searched everywhere. There's nothing here." One of the men reported.

Clarice's brows furrowed in irritation. "Impossible! Where's her phone?"

"No phone was found."

This time, Clarice could not care less about appearances. She stormed forward, crouching down to grab Yvonne by the hair, forcing the battered woman to meet her gaze.

"Bitch! You must have been looking for something if you're in Pivotage in the dead of night. What did you find? Iland it over, and I might spare your miserable life!"

Yvonne spat blood and saliva directly into Clarice's face.

"You bitch!" Clarice's eyes burned with rage, and she slapped Yvonne twice.

Her hand stinging from the impact but still unsatisfied, she screamed, "Take her away!"

Two men hurried forward, dragging Yvonne's limp, bloodied body.

Clarice wiped the blood and spit from her face, her eyes bloodshot with fury. "Keep searching! Track every step she took to get here. I want every inch of the path searched!"

Justin took the wheel himself, speeding toward Bella with reckless urgency.

Bella stood silently in the

sight, Wilma held an umbrella

saw the loneliness in her eyes. 'Young Master Justin, when will you wake

to a dramatic stop before the villa, scattering

of the car, and he quickly strode toward Bella with determined

car, barely walking a few steps before doubling over and retching. Clearly, Justin's driving

You're finally here!" Wilma's voice trembled, a mix of relief and reproach in her eyes as she looked at

gazed into Justin's deep black eyes, her lips trembling as

came.

she had no reservations about making demands, throwing tantrums, or teasing him playfully. But now, all of that seemed

She hesitated, holding back.

standing outside in this weather?" Justin asked, his voice low and steady, his piercing gaze meeting

Justin's chest. His fingers curled

"There's no time. We need to find Yvonne immediately... She might be

jolted her earlier-a loud gunshot-Bella's composure began

brimmed in her eyes as she said, "I think I heard gunshots... I heard them! Yvonne's phone is unreachable. What if she's been shot? What

optimistic. Don't let your imagination run wild," Justin said, his rigid

recently found happiness. The tears she had held back

hurt... She

Bella felt the world spin and her body limp as she