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.

like my elder brother. Back then, he played the hero card to guilt-trip me for over 20 years. Now, he's trying to exploit

clutched his hands. "But... Do you think she will be alive?

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

a phone rang and ruined the

up and looked at the screen.

line?" Justin asked,

cracked, tears about to roll down her

it. This isn't something that can

eyes, her hands trembling as she answered the

night? I've been trying to reach her, but

even in the face of disaster. But now he sounded furious and worried that he could not reach

you

more anxious. "I

a look, speaking in unison,

to a car by two men

into her luxury sedan, the warm air blasting as she settled

as she wiped the blood off her fingers with disinfectant