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.

strong, icy pressure filled

the person on the screen was none other than Christopher. He was pushing a wheelchair with his mother seated in it, accompanied by his secretary, Taylor, and two bodyguards. "Christopher?! How dare he

likely that Maxwell is boarding his private jet to leave

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 Maxwell." Ralph nodded gravely. "I agree. It's too coincidental.

by how he's rushing into our trap like this, Christopher is practically begging for trouble!" Ryan's narrowed eyes seemed to emit sparks of

tense situation, his sudden witty remark brought a

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

wheelchair. His secretary walked with them as they made their way toward his

at her

at home for too

Christopher's deep, slightly upturned

the fluffy blanket over her knees. "We'll go wherever you want to

with Bella? She hasn't visited our home in a long time. You should make more plans with her when you're free. I'll make some delicious food for you guys. I remember that she

Mrs. Iverson's

of me. I'm also glad that

eyes as he forced a radiant smile. "But

what are

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 with

future. Eventually, she'll recognize

and surely fall

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

Mrs. Iverson's mind became muddled, and her memory and bodily functions were

still in high school

she even saw him as a child, playing happily

completely forgotten

me. I'll work hard and make her your daughter-in-law." Before Christopher could