The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2199

Bella trembled in Christopher's arms. She felt a flicker of hope. 'Could it be Justin? Could it be her brothers? Have they finally found me?!'

Intense emotions crashed within her, and tears welled up in her eyes. However, she was under the influence of drugs-her limbs were weak, devoid of any strength, making it impossible for her to struggle out of his embrace.

"A guest?"

Christopher's face instantly soured. "How many?"

"Just one... a man."

The tension in Christopher's heart did not ease upon hearing this.

Before he could respond, a series of heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, unimpeded, as they made their way directly into the dining room.

"Mr. Iverson." The man's voice was low and hoarse.

Bella's heartbeat quickened as she looked over. What she saw was earth-shattering.

Her pupils contracted sharply as she stared unblinkingly at the man's familiar face-a face deeply etched in her heart. Her heart was pounding heavily inside her chest as her breath quickened.

"Hugh... Hugh!" Bella's eyes were red, and she cried out with all her might.

Everything she had been holding back burst forth. All the pain, the longing, and the suppressed fear overwhelmed her like a flood. She wept like a child, tears streaming down her face, shattering the image of the once proud lady.

The man who stood before her looked exactly like her dead brother, Hugh. He remained expressionless. His eyes were devoid of any emotion-like a cold, lifeless machine.

Jace cast a disdainful look at the tear-streaked Bella before turning his indifferent gaze to Christopher. "Our Boss has sent me to help you."

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"Why do you care so much? You're no longer the influential Mr. Iverson you once were," Jace said, raising an eyebrow. "Surely having another helper would ultimately bring you more good than harm, right?"

Christopher felt a sharp sting in his heart. He knew what that face meant to Bella. Grant was a meticulous strategist who never made a wrong move. There was only one possibility— bringing Jace before Bella was intentional!

Bella stared at the man, salty tears slipping into her mouth. This man was also under the command of the person behind Christopher.

If he truly was Hugh, then why did everything about him seem different? His voice, his tone, his eyes... Nothing was the same, but surely she could not be mistaken about this!

Even when Yvonne had surgery to resemble her, there were still subtle differences upon closer inspection. Plastic surgery could not create an exact replica, as every person had their own unique essence. It was impossible to become a perfect copy of a real person. Why did this man have Hugh's exact face? If this was not Hugh, who else could he be?

"I've traveled a long way, and I'm hungry." Jace casually pulled out a chair by the dining table and sat down without hesitation. "Mr. Iverson, I'm still a guest. You should prepare a fresh meal for me. I don't eat leftovers."

Christopher's eyes darkened as he stiffly ordered the servants. "Go prepare 'our guest' a new meal."

"I hate the sea. I don't eat fish or seafood," Jace added.