The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Drew narrowed his eyes and said, "You're not here for me, are you?"

Yvonne playfully traced her fingers on his chest as she walked around him. "Sir, you have to admit that our last meeting was totally due to fate."

Drew raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, fate indeed."

"Thanks for the help last time." Yvonne held his black tie, pressing against him with her soft, curvy figure. Her eyes gleamed with desire as she said, "I've always wanted to see you again, hoping to repay you." Drew's eyes darkened, setting off an intense gaze that made her nervous, but she managed to remain calm.

His eyes were like lie detectors, capable of seeing through illusions. Yet, at this moment, he inexplicably felt that her words held a hint of truth.

Drew grinned mischievously and inched closer, asking, "So, how do you plan to repay me?"

Yvonne felt her heart pounding, her cheeks turning red. She nervously said, "I'll do whatever you want tonight... I'm all yours."

Yvonne was dumbfounded, utterly taken aback.

of repayment was playing a game of

it?" Drew asked, resting his chin on his arms as he gently added the final

had already brought three bottles of

the man in confusion. This unexpected game had undoubtedly ruined

how about this? You take one shot, and I'll take three." Drew's eyes were as stunning as amber hidden in the ocean's depths. "Ms.

deep breath, tightening her fingers. "A deal's

the game

was always the fastest thinker out of all the

foreign special operations headquarters, he would sit alone in a

lost every match, quickly downing four shots of

as her stomach twisted in

could for Christopher's dreams, leaving herself with only

hospital multiple times. Despite appearing healthy and beautiful on the outside, her body was deteriorating inside. "Looks like you've lost again,

pain, Yvonne filled the glass once more, gritting her

in and covered the entire top with his large hand.