The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Although Yvonne had accompanied Christopher on several trips to Meridan to visit the " Boss", she had never seen his face.

However, by chance, she had once faintly overheard his voice. It was a memorable voice- distinct and resonant. Even though it had only brushed past her ears like a feather, it had left a deep impression.

"Miss... You're gripping my hand too tight," The little boy whispered to Yvonne.

Yvonne snapped out of her thoughts and quickly led the child away from the man.

"It's this woman again," Clarice sneered with disdain. "She's always acting so strangely, like I've offended her somehow."

Grant narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing in the direction where Yvonne had disappeared." You've met her before?"

Clarice scoffed. "I saw her once when I was here with Justin. He actually talked to a random woman. That's pretty unusual for him. I wonder if taking those pills triggered his scumbag tendencies to flare up."

"Oh? What did Justin say to her?"

"He asked if they had met somewhere before."

Grant fell into a pensive silence, his gaze turning thoughtful. "Look into that woman's background."

Clarice frowned in confusion. "She's just a regular caregiver. Is that really necessary?"

"No one knows my brother better than I do," Grant replied, his voice low and firm. "There are very few women in this world who could make him take the initiative to speak."

As night fell, Justin hurriedly left the charity gala before the auction even began. His expression was gloomy as he drove aimlessly through the night.

He did not know how much time had passed before he abruptly slammed on the brakes. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

After a few rings, Steven's exasperated voice came through. "Mr. Salvador, what do you want at this hour?"

Justin's hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles strained from the tension bubbling up inside him. His thin lips were pressed together tightly, his throat felt dry and tight, and he struggled to speak.

Steven's patience was wearing thin. "If you don't have anything to say, I'm hanging up."

"Is Ms. Thompson at home?" Justin's voice was hoarse.

"She's at the hospital," Steven replied, his tone heavy with concern. "Ms. Bella just recovered from a car accident two days ago, and now she's injured her leg again. She might need a cast."

"Which hospital? I'd like to="

Before Justin could finish, Steven cut him off angrily. "Do you know why Ms. Bella almost got into an accident? She's always been careful and wouldn't make such a careless mistake. The reason she was distracted and unfocused was all because of you!"

Justin closed his eyes. In the dark, his handsome face seemed pale, losing its warmth.

"Even if you don't want Ms. Bella anymore, there's no need to parade your new lover around to provoke her! Are you out of your mind or just heartless? Do you not remember how she treated you or how much she loved you? Do you not have the slightest awareness of that?!"

Justin frowned deeply, his voice cold. "I don't have a new lover."

"Ha, no new lover... I'd say you're simply heartless!"Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Justin's mouth felt dry as he swallowed hard.

"Ms. Bella is currently at the Thompson hospital, ward number A006." Steven snapped before ending the call.

Justin slowly blinked, repeating the room number to himself. He then floored the gas pedal, and his sports car sped off into the darkness.