The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Christopher and Taylor are both dead. Who else could be after her?"

A sudden realization hit Justin. His eyes grew wide. "Grant and... Clarice?"

He recalled how Grant had stayed up late in the living room instead of going to bed.

It seemed intentional-a calculated move, a silent challenge!

"It has to be them. I can't think of anyone else who would want to harm Yvonne," Justin said.

Bella's voice quivered as she said, "Yvonne had been working for Christopher for years and probably went to Meridan multiple times to meet up with the Boss, who's actually Grant. "Grant refused to see anyone besides Christopher. But after all those encounters, some signs would inevitably be left behind. Yvonne likely figured out that Grant is the Boss, and Grant probably recognized Yvonne despite her changed appearance from plastic surgery."

Justin's expression darkened as he said, "So, to get rid of any risks, he decided to silence her and wipe out all evidence."

Bella's eyes glistened with tears as she spoke, "But we've already seen through his facade and the shady things he's done. Why would he still go after Yvonne?"

Justin's expression grew cold. "Because Drew cares deeply for Yvonne. She has become part of the Thompson family, like one of your own."

Bella froze in shock.

"He doesn't only want to silence her. He wants to use her as leverage against you and Drew." Justin, who had not smiled in a long time, suddenly let out a bitter laugh, his anger boiling

over.

he played the hero card to guilt-trip me for over 20 years. Now, he's trying to exploit someone else's vulnerability all over again. After all, it's a trick that has always worked

"But... Do you think she will be alive? If Yvonne is valuable to

yet so soft. Justin instinctively squeezed her hands, holding them

a phone rang and

up and looked at the screen. Her heart

on the line?" Justin asked, his gaze locked onto

tears about to roll down her

said, "Answer it. This isn't something that can be hidden. You know that better

rubbed her eyes, her hands trembling as she answered the call.

alone in the middle of the night? I've been trying to reach her, but her phone can't be reached.

calm and composed, even in the face of disaster. But now he sounded furious and worried that he could

you

more anxious. "I saw her car heading toward Savrow, in the direction of the

exchanged a look, speaking in unison,

to a car by two

the warm air blasting as

What rotten luck!" Clarice scowled as she wiped the