The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In an instant, Yvonne felt as if her throat was sealed. She held her breath.

Drew's brows furrowed as he scrutinized the woman's flushed face. A hint of contempt rippled through his heart. 'Should I die in Christopher's hands? Or hers?'

He did not forget that night when Yvonne approached him with ulterior motives and that poisoned brooch hidden in her hair.

How interesting.

She and her boss, Christopher, must have come to a consensus. One of them was playing the bad cop, and the other was playing the good cop.

This must be part of their scheme too. Christopher wanted to use Yvonne to seduce Drew, acting as if she had saved him.

Did they think that Drew was stupid or that he would be seduced by a woman so easily?

Even if Drew were a pervert who thinks with his dick, his desires would have been quelled after seeing her face.

chill down Yvonne's spine. She

Yvonne, your words made me curious. Who's hands will I die

case, you should

a bitch that looks like

was referring to Christopher. His brows were raised disdainfully. "Let him come.

trembled slightly. "You... When did you know?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet

first met you in the bar, I saw

won't do anything to you. You are your own person." A ripple stirred in Yvonne's calm heart, and she felt a sense

the man's words

face, I couldn't bear to harm you." Drew

sting in her heart. Her slender hands pressed against his chest as she tried to push him away. "I know my face looks like your sister,

in the business of pleasure and obtain Christopher's favor. She was benefiting from this face.

Yvonne suppressed her stirring

what you came for, but where there's life, there's hope. You can

so? Then I should