The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Rachel had cried too much and wore herself out by sharing too many sad things with Bella. As a result, when she got back home, she ended up sleeping until the next afternoon.

Her mother went out to work with their neighbor. As Rachel had a hard time getting out of bed and wasn't in the mood to go out, she decided to give a call to the tailor she worked at and order some fabric to make the backpack for lan.

Honestly, if it had been someone else asking, she might not have been as ready to invest the time and effort. But when lan timidly made his request, his tone was so sincere that it was obvious he wasn't kidding.

Rachel took the assignment seriously and wanted to make one for him as soon as possible.

The tailor called in the evening to let her know that a runner was on the way with the fabric, which would be arriving soon. Rachel thanked him and waited patiently at home.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. She couldn't wait to open the door, but as her hand landed on the doorknob, she stayed alert and asked cautiously, "Who is it?"

There was a pause from the person outside before they replied, "I have a parcel for you."

She thought, 'A parcel? Wasn't it supposed to be a runner delivering her items?'

Rachel felt suspicious and asked, "Are you local or from out of town?"

The person outside replied, "You'll see once you open the door to sign the package."

There was definitely something wrong. Something just did not feel right. Whether it was from past trauma or simply being extra sensitive, Rachel could clearly sense that there was something amiss about the person at the door.

She knew she could not open the door.

"I-I didn't order anything online. Are you sure you have the right address? Go check at someone else's house!"

Bang-!

door filled Rachel with fear.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

from the strong pounding, as if it

as her call to 911 was connected, a tall, burly

was filled with intense fear, tears pouring down her face in an

man's face clearly, he had thrown her to the ground and

"Help... Help..."

defend herself against the man's rough, bulging arms. She struggled to make some

vision blurred and the sound of the man's heavy breaths gradually faded

Rachel felt the grip around

two shadowy figures grappling and fighting within the

consciousness, she heard someone calling

thought that it sounded like

her eyes and fell into a

in black were locked in a fierce

had been sent by Justin to check on Rachel's condition and deliver a condolence

to see

but he was not a skilled fighter like Steve. His half-baked moves were not up to par with the assassin's combat skills. After several rounds, lan was thrown to the ground, feeling like every

own business, then both of

from the stove, raised his arms,

Swish-!

"Arghh !"

tense air and swiftly slashed the murderer's arm,