The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

However, those expensive clothes were just for Christopher to see and for other men to admire. Has anyone truly cared for her and paid attention to her? But she had no way to turn back now. She had no choice. She and Drew were destined to be enemies. They were destined to be from two different worlds. Yvonne took a deep breath, wiping away a tear at the corner of her eye with her fingertips.

Just as she was about to close the door, a hand firmly gripped the edge of the door, and a pair of dark, familiar eyes appeared in the crack.

"T-Taylor?!" Yvonne's heart tightened, quickly hiding the stomach medicine behind her back.

"Ms. Smith, it's truly fortunate that you're alive!" Taylor forcefully pushed open the door and rushed into the room, causing Yvonne to stumble and hit the wall. Then, two more men followed behind, silently drawing their guns from their pockets. Their expressions were eerie and sinister, like spies in an action movie.

"Drew isn't here. He's gone," Yvonne said coldly.

"Gone?! You didn't kill him?!" Taylor looked astonished. "Then what did you two do last night? Did you both just book a room?"

breath shallow as she pressed her forehead. "I don't know... I drank too

know who he is?" Taylor's eyes darkened with anger, his tone stern. "Ms. Smith, you've always been cautious in your

wouldn't have come alone to find him last night, wearing..." Yvonne reached for her jet-black hair, her hear suddenly

The hairpin her hairpin!

to the bedroom, searching through the bed, sofa, and drawers, but she couldn't find her silver

the fact that you

before Yvonne's eyes, and

were drunk. Did you or did you not sleep with

needed." Yvonne's long eyelashes trembled, crumpling the medicine box in her hand. "I've been with Mr. Iverson for so many years. He knows what kind of person I am. If he doesn't believe me, there's nothing