The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Everyone was shocked!

Lance and James were even more stunned. Their mouths were hanging wide open with identical looks of disbelief.

"Bella... What are you doing?" Asher nervously glanced at his younger sister, feeling very uneasy inside. As the eldest brother, he should step up to handle the situation and protect his younger siblings. He had wanted to face it alone and resolve everything on his own, but he didn't expect Bella to appear at this moment. She even used her words to challenge the Iverson family members and draw their anger toward her!

"Never get erected? Bella, what do you mean by that?!" James's pampered demeanor was almost crumbling. He was glaring at Bella with an almost ferocious gaze. "And... What did you say? You beat Charles?! How dare you beat someone from our family? How dare you?!"

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Bella gave a cold smile and narrowed her beautiful eyes. "Since he dared to bully Amelia, I will kill him!"

"But if we just killed him, it would be too easy on him. For an evil beast like Charles, he should be sent to prison with other criminals and experience the agony of imprisonment. For someone like him, being in there as a disabled person would probably mean living at the mercy of others, living a life that's even worse than death. That's what I really want to see most-his destiny!"

Their hearts raced with fear, and Celeste's vision began to blur as she stood unsteadily.

"Amelia....Amelia!"

while the other hand clutched her

"Aunt Celeste!"

pounding so fast it felt like it might burst out of his chest. "Don't be scared!

think something happened to Amelia..." Unable to contain herself any longer,

could you say

up for his son. "Charles is a righteous gentleman, and your dad and

me?" Bella playfully teased with a twist of her red lips and a sharp look that swept across the men of the Iverson

are despicable and shameless, while the women are just as bad and clueless. You and Wyatt have been getting along all these years. Even if there hasn't been much progress in business, how could you fail so miserably

"You...!"

so tightly that his

he loved most was mocking and insulting him. This gut-wrenching feeling was far