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.

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

he gazed into his partner's

don't understand," Mrs. Iverson asked, her eyes filled with

don't

His exquisitely sculpted features gave no hint of his sinister nature. "Bella, who is this Maxwell guy? And what happened to you brother and Mr.

inferno surged within Justin's chest, his

images of their near-death experience on South Island, when they were trying to capture Winston,

as an innocent person and offering him his assistance. Assistance

with tension. She felt him struggling to suppress

vent her frustrations for him, her brother, sister, and her brother-in-law,

the right time. Indulging in

wanted Christopher to pay a heavy price for

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

it was almost fall, the temperature in Savrow was still far from

Mom. I'll take you to

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

Christopher seemed oblivious to Justin's words, continuing to walk toward

significantly, emanating a pressure that seemed

hear that my mother's feeling cold?" Christopher

was fierce

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