The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Meanwhile, Carrie, who had not been seen for a long time, finally joined Savrow Academy of Fine Arts thanks to Ryan's efforts and money.

One week had passed since her admission. Despite sitting quietly in the last row and hiding behind a large drawing board, her beautiful appearance still attracted the boys' attention every time she attended class.

Full of youthful energy, these young men were so distracted by her that they could hardly concentrate on their lessons. They were craning their necks so much that they might develop spinal problems by the end of the class.

However, Carrie was entirely focused on the lecture, her hands constantly moving as she sketched, completely unaware that she had entered a wolf's den. She cherished this opportunity to learn to paint that Ryan had secured for her. She wanted to absorb all the knowledge the teacher imparted and would not let herself be distracted for even a second.

After the morning classes, Carrie was busy organizing her art supplies. A group of boys nudged a relatively good-looking boy in Carrie's direction. Mustering up his courage, the boy scratched his head and walked toward the last row.

"Young Madam, I apologize for the delay. I received a call and couldn't come earlier." Yasmin arrived at Carrie's side like a gust of cold wind, efficiently picking up her art supplies and wrapping an arm around her soft waist.

Then, Yasmin lifted her cold, sharp gaze and scanned the boys. Her mere look was enough to scare them into silence. What a beautiful woman, but with a murderous aura!

"What are you guys trying to do? Harass my boss's wife?" Yasmin's words were sharp, and her tone was icy.

'Wife?!' The boys were stunned and thought to themselves. 'What a pity! Who's the lucky guy?'

Yasmin initially wanted to say, "I'll gouge your

the classroom, her moon-like face blushed,

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YOUR FAVOURITE

Madam, I

matters to handle at the company today, so I was

boysz earlier, feeling uneasy. No wonder Ryan wanted to keep her hidden. Leaving such a pretty

like throwing a

of wolves. It was

worrying.

inside but was also a bit embarrassed when Yasmin addressed her as

if you're not married, Mr. Hoffman's heart and soul are yours,

warmly. "Mr. Hoffman

engagement. He's preparing to fly to Inalia next month for a royal auction. There's a rare royal diamond up for bid, said to have been

matter the cost."

has me in his heart," Carrie said, gently tugging at Yasmin's clothes and shaking