The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After leaving the villa, Bella and Justin sat in their car without saying a word.

Finally, Bella broke the silence. "Justin, I'm going back home tonight... Aren't you traveling early tomorrow? Save the trouble and go to Tideview Manor, or you can stay at my place."

Justin was still thinking about Ryan. He frowned and agreed, "Okay, I'll send you back to Yara Park and come for you tomorrow night."

At Yara Park, they exchanged lingering kisses outside the door. Justin watched Bella enter the door as his eyes darkened, only then taking his phone to dial lan's number. "What's the situation at the hospital?"

"The boy died from excessive blood loss. His parents were also prominent figures in Savrow, and they insisted on pursuing this to the end. The problem is that the police have gotten involved. It would be troublesome if they traced it back to the Hoffman Group."

lan dropped his usual playful smile and looked extra serious. "But I followed your orders and privately asked Ms. Yasmin. Mr. Hoffman did not have the intention to kill that brat, but his subordinates were not professional and went overboard. Even though they avoided his vitals, who could survive ten stab wounds? But that brat deserved to die. We investigated him, and he was a walking beast, a reincarnation of Charles!"

"Police involvement meant that they would investigate thoroughly."

Justin pondered for a few seconds before speaking coldly, "Keep in close contact with Yasmin. Money is not a problem. We need to ensure the one who took action stays quiet and cuts off his connection to the Hoffman Group. Ask him to turn himself in immediately. Anyway, no matter the cost, we can't let this matter be connected to Ryan. Got it?"

lan took a deep breath. "I understand!"

Bella returned home with a worried face.

At this moment, Mila happened to be carrying a tray with nutritious soup for Wyatt, walking past the living room to Wyatt's bedroom.

"Bella, you're back."

home tonight? I heard

to the wine cellar. Do you need

"No, I just miss Ralph. I'll go have a

and quiet in the wine cellar. When Bella pushed open the door, Ralph was sitting under the colorful glass lamp, drinking alone. His

that Ralph was

suits, but he still exuded an air

once out in the world, were

Bella called

clarity. He looked up and said, "Bella, you're back. Come have a drink with me?" Bella's gaze swept across the familiar panda biscuits on the table. She smiled ambiguously. "I remember you

crave

it because they remind you of someone?" Bella sat across him, the underlying

a long moment, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Bella, we're

was enough to make Ralph's heart skip a beat, but he revealed nothing on the

"Ralph, since you asked me to be frank,

glass, his knuckles turning white, a hint of burning red at the corner of his eyes. "Yes, I like her. But I am rational enough to know whether it is appropriate. Carrie and Ryan love each other and are

You

myself." Ralph forced an easy smile

"Ralph..."

immediately ached and felt bitter. If it happened sooner, she would do everything she could to

a step short, yet someone's

came looking for me at night, mentioning Carrie and looking