The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The chilly night breeze carried an ominous tension, swirling between them like a looming threat.

Upon seeing Justin's arrival, Christopher's expression shifted dramatically from joy to solemnity.

"Bella, you're here?" Mrs. Iverson's eyes lit up with tender affection, wishing she could rise from her wheelchair to greet her.

Bella's remarkable beauty has always left a lasting impression on Mrs. Iverson, even to the point where she sometimes struggled to recognize her own son but never failed to identify Bella instantly. Mrs. Iverson genuinely cherished Bella, unable to conceal her affection.

"Hello, Mrs. Iverson," Bella greeted politely, bowing respectfully.

Justin stood by Bella's side, encircling his arm around her waist, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he observed Christopher's every move.

"Bella, who is this?" Mrs. Iverson looked puzzled, glancing uncertainly at Justin's impassive face and instinctively reaching for Christopher's sleeve.

Bella was about to speak, her gaze fixed on her partner's handsome side profile.

But before she could, Christopher adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Bella, what a coincidence to run into you here. Are you going on a trip, too?"

Throughout the interaction, he engaged solely with Bella, completely disregarding Justin's presence.

"Christopher, do you think I'd be in the mood for a vacation?"

Bella's eyes glinted sharply, her voice carrying a frosty tone, refusing to entertain Christopher even in front of Mrs. Iverson.

the extent of the schemes you've orchestrated and the bloodshed you caused. With Maxwell still roaming freely and my brother and Justin's vendetta unresolved, how can

gazed into his partner's starry eyes,

is Bella talking about? What bloodshed? I don't understand,"

normal that you don't understand, because

sculpted features gave no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this Maxwell guy? And what happened to you brother and Mr. Salvador? Is there anything I can do to

Justin's chest,

experience on South Island, when

was Christopher, the mastermind behind it all, shamelessly portraying himself as an innocent person and

the hand supporting her waist tremble with tension. She felt him

desire to vent her frustrations for him, her brother, sister, and her

time. Indulging in momentary verbal satisfaction

wanted Christopher to pay a heavy price for his

Can we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's

sheltered her indoors, making her delicate and sensitive to the slightest chill. Though it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still far

you to the

mother toward the gateway, Justin's voice cut in abruptly, chilled to the bone. "Mr. Iverson, I regret to inform you that your plane might not be able to take off from here tonight. You won't be going

to Justin's words, continuing to walk toward his

a pressure that seemed to freeze the

hear that my mother's feeling

was fierce and

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