The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Late at night, at Savrow International Airport.

Under the calm atmosphere, a storm was brewing, with multiple crises looming.

Ralph had obtained an arrest warrant and joined forces with the customs department to hunt down Maxwell. They implemented stringent surveillance protocols to avoid causing public panic or disrupting flight operations.

Once Maxwell appeared, they were to capture him on the spot.

Throughout the airport, police officers in disguise were strategically stationed, complemented by personnel from the Thompsons and Hoffmans beyond customs.

Tonight, the airport had become a meticulously woven trap awaiting Maxwell's arrival.

As time ticked away, Asher, Ralph, and Ryan stood vigilantly in the control room, their eyes fixed on numerous surveillance screens. Despite the tension and their strained eyes, they dared not relax. "Mr. Asher, Captain Ralph, do you think..."

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere, Ryan coughed lightly and asked, "Do you think it's possible that Maxwell has been missing for so long because he underwent plastic surgery? By now, he must've fully recovered. If he were to show up with a brand-new face right under our noses, we wouldn't recognize him, right?"

Asher stared coldly at the screen, too engrossed to hear what Ryan was saying.

Out of politeness, Ralph glanced at Ryan and replied to him. After all, Ryan had worked hard to help out in this matter. "If he underwent plastic surgery, then how did he get noticed by the members of the Southern Star Syndicate?"

Ryan blinked his charming eyes and suddenly felt enlightened. "Ah... That makes sense! Haha!"

Ralph was at a loss for words. 'They say friends are supposed to complement each other. Did Justin make friends with Ryan to highlight his intelligence and wit?'

"Wait a second. Zoom in on the center screen!" Asher commanded, his gaze fixed on the monitors, his muscular arms suddenly grasping the table's edge.

The police officer promptly complied, opening up the central screen.

The next second, all three of them were stunned.

pressure filled the entire

mother seated in it, accompanied by his secretary,

very likely that Maxwell is boarding

coldly at the screen. "For him to appear at this moment with his mother, he's probably trying to divert our attention, using his identity to cover for

Judging by how he's rushing into our trap like this, Christopher is practically begging

remark brought a faint smile to the Thompson

also watch Christopher closely. If necessary, he cannot leave the airport." Asher declared, his

His secretary walked with

Mrs. Iverson looked up at her

home for too long. I'm taking you

Christopher's deep, slightly upturned

brimmed with gentle warmth. Suddenly, he stopped and approached his mother. Kneeling beside her, he carefully arranged the fluffy blanket

me along would be burdensome for you. Why don't you go with Bella? She hasn't visited our home in a long time. You should make more

mentioning Bella, Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit

thinking of me. I'm also glad that

his trembling hand and gently stroked his mother's thin, frail cheeks, tears glistening in his eyes as he forced a

what are you talking

Mrs. Iverson's hands fluttered anxiously in the air like a clueless child. "I'm not disappointed. I'm simply concerned that you won't find happiness. It's alright. There's plenty of time ahead. Just try to spend more time

future. Eventually, she'll recognize

efforts and surely fall for

smile. However, he felt like his heart was boiling in hot

Iverson's mind became muddled, and her memory and

thought that Christopher was still in high

a child, playing happily

had completely forgotten

work hard and make her your