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.

was playing

Ms. Smith, are you up for it?" Drew asked, resting his chin on

already brought three bottles

confusion. This unexpected game had undoubtedly ruined her initial

how about this? You take one shot, and I'll take three." Drew's eyes were as stunning as amber

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

the game

out of all the Thompson siblings and excelled

he found himself bored at the foreign special operations headquarters, he would sit alone in a corner and spend time playing with these childhood toys, finding comfort in them and

every match, quickly downing four shots of whiskey. The burning sensation traveled down her throat, setting

in sweat as her stomach twisted in spasms

sacrificed everything she could for Christopher's dreams,

healthy and beautiful on the outside, her body was deteriorating inside. "Looks like you've lost again, Ms. Smith," Drew teased as he shook his empty glass at her, a mischievous glint in

the

large hand. "If