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.

of the schemes you've orchestrated and the bloodshed you caused. With Maxwell still roaming freely and my brother

his partner's

don't understand," Mrs. Iverson asked,

you don't understand,

exquisitely 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

surged within Justin's chest, his deep-set eyes

Island, when they were trying to capture Winston, remained vivid in his

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

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

desire to vent her frustrations for him, her brother, sister, and her brother-in-law, who were far away

time.

price for his actions and for

feel a bit cold. Can we leave now?" Mrs. Iverson's frail body curled slightly as

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

you to the

Christopher was about to lead his 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

words, continuing to walk toward his

emanating a pressure that seemed to freeze the

my mother's feeling cold?"

was fierce and

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