The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Iverson, this is the Marco Polo airlifted over here this morning. Please have a taste if it suits your palate."

The woman's thin hands moved expertly and elegantly over the tea tray. Her skilled way of making tea was a pleasure to watch.

Soon, a new cup of tea was gently placed before Christopher.

The aromatic steam wafted upward. Through the mist, the woman named Clarice had a beautiful and aloof face. The contradicting characteristics blended seamlessly in her, and her fair skin was flawless, like fine porcelain.

Everyone around this man behind the scenes was outstanding, all carefully nurtured.

Those problematic ones who were not up to par had long disappeared from the world without a trace.

"Thank you, Ms. Amaryllis." Christopher held the teacup. His complicated gaze still had not shifted away from Clarice's face.

Her temperament was similar to someone whom he loved and cherished dearly in his heart...

Iverson, why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" Clarice asked

Christopher's pupils contracted,

beautiful. Humans are attracted to

heart tightened, and

answered carefully, "Sorry, sir.

of my life. She is the most beautiful woman in my

sip of tea. "What a romantic. But

me. I've already admitted defeat to her in this life." Christopher could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about the intense confrontation that day on the plane, his heart still

Mr. Iverson, you'd

avoid saying such inauspicious

case they come true. If you were really destroyed at her hands, I'm not sure if she'd be upset, but Sir definitely will. Losing you is like losing an arm. How will we continue our business in Sentania? Finding

a dark glint flashing across her eyes. "Ms. Thompson is not only a

flower that

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