The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The entire hall suddenly fell into a heart-stopping silence.

The bodyguards stood up in unison. Their fierce and ruthless gazes were like arrows, aimed at Drew, who stood there proudly.

"Drew..." Yvonne's face, drained of all color, was numb like a puppet. However, her face came alive the moment she saw Drew's rebellious, spirited smile. Tears welled up in her eyes like a dam breaking, streaming down her cheeks.

Her tears ruined her delicate makeup. Yet, this only made her emotions look more raw and strikingly beautiful.

Beside her, Taylor felt his chest tighten with rage, his eyes filling with anger.

He was not just furious because Drew had burst in and ruined his wedding.

He was also mad because Yvonne was crying uncontrollably for this man, unable to hold back her emotions.

Yvonne had not forgotten Drew...

She loved him all along, and Taylor had never truly had her heart.

"Don't be afraid, Yvonne. I'm here." Drew's body trembled under his black trench coat as his blood rushed to his head. Every cell and nerve screamed with intensity. "From now on, nothing and no one will ever separate us again. Will you marry me and be Mrs. Brown?"

Taylor stood stunned, and everyone else stared in shock!

How could he be thinking about proposing at a time like this, on the brink of life and death?

Was he even human?

Was he really unafraid of dying?

Yvonne could not stop crying.

She bit down on the inside of her lower lip until she tasted blood. She wanted to scream, 'Yes, Drew. Yes! Yes! Yes!'

She shouted these words in her heart over and over again, desperately wanting to express her feelings. However, she could not utter a word. "Drew Brown!"

Taylor's bloodshot eyes seemed to want to crush this name, so deeply etched in Yvonne's heart, into dust.

Drew's gaze burned with fiery intensity as he walked step by step toward Yvonne. He ignored any unknown danger, fearing nothing.

He just wanted to get to her faster, hold the woman he loved the most in his arms, take her home, marry her, grow old together, and have a family with her.

At that moment, a vision of the happiness he had longed for flashed in his mind. His eyes grew hot, but he held back his tears.

"Drew! Don't come any closer!"

Suddenly, Yvonne screamed at him, "Don't worry about me! Leave here immediately! Go!"

At the same time, Taylor, his face twisted with rage, pulled a gun from his suit. Without a word, he aimed at Drew's chest and pulled the trigger. Bang!

The gunshot rang out with a deafening bang, echoing through the sacred chapel like a proclamation of death before God.

The bullet hit its mark perfectly, striking Drew right in the heart.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his tall body shuddered violently.

"No!" Yvonne screamed in agony. She tried to run to him, but Taylor grabbed her tightly, holding her back.

In an instant, her entire soul

shattered within her body. Her vision went black. Everything around ber collapsed, her world torn apart, blood and flesh indistinguishable.

At that moment, Taylor stared at Drew with bloodshot eyes, a smug and wild grin spreading across his face.

What could be more satisfying than killing his rival right in front of the woman he loved most?

But to his complete surprise, Drew smiled, too.

Not only did he smile, but he also stood tall and straight in front of Taylor, refusing to fall as expected. "You...!" Taylor exclaimed in shock, his eyes fixed on the hole in Drew's chest where he had just shot him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

It turned out Drew was wearing a bulletproof vest.

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Yvonne's tightly clenched heart suddenly relaxed, and she lost control both crying and laughing. Her soft body nearly collapsed from relief, trembling violently.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't kill me." Drew patted the bullet hole in his chest, his handsome face smiling so brightly it seemed to light up the place. "Well, sorry about that, but I believe God is on my side. You, on the other hand, deserve to go to hell with your boss!"

With those words, he drew a gun from his back and aimed the dark barrel straight at Taylor's head.