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...

you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" Clarice asked

Christopher's pupils contracted, and

you're too beautiful. Humans are attracted to beautiful things. Mr. Iverson, how

heart tightened, and

answered carefully, "Sorry, sir.

great, Bella is the love of my life. She is the most beautiful woman

of tea. "What a romantic. But Mr. Iverson,

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

Iverson, you'd

avoid saying such inauspicious

sure if she'd be upset, but Sir definitely will. Losing you is like losing

sweetly, a dark glint flashing across her eyes. "Ms. Thompson

that

to meet Ms. Thompson. I can't wait to meet the woman of Mr. Sᴇaʀᴄh