The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Yvonne thought, 'Hell? This place looked like nothing more than an outdated hospital. Why did Clarice call it hell on earth?'

Yvonne's whole body was twitching uncontrollably as her mind teetered between clarity and confusion.

Some fragmented memories surfaced. She recalled a night when Pivotage had closed for the day, and she had shared drinks in the wine cellar with Taylor.

She had not wanted to associate with him, but she had approached him solely to gather more information.

Taylor had told her that the Boss was involved in the pharmaceutical business and had significant influence in Meridan, where he had formed ties with local government officials and powerful elites. His business was thriving.

Since drug research required clinical trials, the Boss owned a private hospital in Meridan. But that hospital was nothing more than a facade.

In the basement floors, the patients lying on the beds were all test subjects for drug experiments.

Yvonne shivered at the thought. The scenes Taylor had described felt eerily similar to her current surroundings.

Could this be the place where Grant and Clarice conducted their drug research experiments?

"Heh... Hell on earth? Do you think... I'd be afraid?" Yvonne struggled to breathe, her gaze fixed on Clarice's twisted, malicious face.

would go down fighting. "The years I spent by Christopher's side... Every day was

Clarice's eyes burned with fury as she grabbed yvonne's jaw with force. "Listen to me, you worthless wench. In this place, I am God. I decide

I'm in a good mood, I might show you a shred of mercy. If not,

unwavering calm in Yvonne's eyes, Clarice grew even angrier. She slapped Yvonne hard across

the Boss raised. As for

Thompson family and got together with Drew, do you think you've become someone special? Drew doesn't know

of anguish spilled silently down

always thought of this herself. But hearing

place alive anyway, so it doesn't

face with a chilling touch. Her voice dripped with

Yvonne's eyes widened.

taken won't stop with Christopher. So don't cross me.

her heel, striding away with the air of a

iron door slammed shut behind them and locked with a

for her eyes. Iler gaze drifted to the faint green glow

to rescue her, but

could uncover the evidence she had buried under the tree