The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The golden iris was a symbol of victory.

"Ms. Bella, we still have time. We'll definitely make it to the press conference!" Steven's eyes were resolute as he floored the gas pedal.

"Safety first." Bella's voice was calm, almost soothing. At such a critical moment, she seemed unusually composed. "Amelia is about to give birth, and you're going to be a father soon. Now that you have a wife and child, don't act recklessly like before."

Thinking of his soon-to-be-born first child, a warm smile spread across Steven's happy face.

Bella closed her eyes, her mind racing non-stop.

In fact, she was merely forcing herself to stay sharp at this moment.

Since Yvonne's disappearance, she had not slept well even once. Insomnia had taken its toll, erasing the carefree young woman who could once sleep through anything. That version of her was gone forever.

She had once fought her way out of a pile of corpses and overcome countless difficult challenges.

There was no way she would let herself fail now and lose to Grant!

the toll gate to the Savrow expressway, Bella's phone rang.

unknown caller.

not answer calls

feeling tugged at her chest. Her gut told her this call was important, something she

phone to her ear. "Hello, who is this?" The next moment, her eyes widened, and her heart

and Asher managed to arrive at the underground parking lot of

at Ian's

was hard to tell

pressed his lips into a tight line and pulled off his tie.

welled in his

exclaimed, "Mr. Salvador, where did you learn medical skills like this? Your bandaging

on the battlefield. I learned from the doctors stationed during missions in Kridor," Justin casually

His lips parted, but

savior. She did not want his love out of gratitude or for him to feel the burden of knowing

past was

simply Bella, a woman