The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



A minute later, Steven came out again, his expression complicated as he looked at Justin." Ms. Bella doesn't want to see you. Please leave."

Justin clenched his fingers. "Why?"

Steven smirked coldly. "Why? Perhaps she has finally come to her senses. She doesn't want to fall for the same man twice or humiliate herself by offering warmth only to be met with cold indifference."

Justin's handsome face turned pale, and he remained silent.

Thinking of the grievances that Bella had endured recently, Steven's eyes reddened as he fought back his frustration.

"Mr. Salvador, Ms. Bella is exhausted. Since she doesn't want to see you, please leave her alone and stop disturbing her."

Tideview Manor.

In the study, Clarice revealed everything she had uncovered to Grant without holding anything back.

"That's why I have reason to believe that the woman named Summer Brown is actually Yvonne Smith, the substitute for Bella that Christopher kept by his side!"

Clarice bit her lip, staring at the man behind the desk who was focused on his writing. His brow was furrowed slightly in concentration as he elegantly held his pen. She ground her teeth.

"No wonder that woman was so strange toward me today. If she's really Yvonne, then it makes sense. She was rude to me, but I don't care about that. What I'm worried about is whether she has noticed something. Don't you think she seemed a bit flustered when she ran into you today?"

"After breaking free from Christopher's control and overcoming countless obstacles to be with Drew, she has finally started a new life."

Grant finished writing the word 'Bella' on the calligraphy paper. His strokes were graceful and lively, the ink penetrating the paper. "The first thing she would naturally do is change the face that caused her so much pain. She no longer wants to be anyone's shadow."

Clarice was shocked. "Have you known this from the start?"

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Clarice was filled with admiration. Her respect for Grant's wisdom knew no bounds. If he had a perfect body as well, Justin would be no match for him.

"Sir, I fear Yvonne might be suspicious of you after today's events. After all, she used to work closely with Christopher and has had some encounters with us. Even if she hasn't seen us directly, I'm afraid she might sense something. If this information reaches Ms. Thompson, it will be a huge problem."

Clarice stepped forward, her gaze cold and menacing. "Should I send someone to find an opportunity to get rid of her once and for all?"

"Clarice, you're losing your patience again."

Grant placed his pen on the rack and moved the paperweight aside. He picked up the written letters and admired them with a smile. "Perhaps she is only confused and hasn't made any firm conclusions yet. If you act now, wouldn't you be openly confirming that Christopher's backer is me?"

"So you plan to let this go?"

Clarice frowned, worried. "Yvonne is still part of Christopher's group and is involved with Drew. If we don't eliminate the problem at its root, it will only grow stronger with time."

She was blunt, ruthless, and relentless.

"Even if we are to act, we must wait." Grant's elegant smile concealed a trace of barely perceptible viciousness. "We must wait for the right moment. When we eliminate the trouble, we must also ensure our safety."

At 5:00 a.m. in the depths of winter, the city of Savrow remained shrouded in silence and darkness.

Bella tossed and turned in her hospital bed, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time.

Eventually, she dragged her weary body out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and decided to take a walk.

Her legs were still weak, so she leaned against the wall and slowly made her way toward the corridor.

As she opened the door and looked up, her delicate frame in the oversized hospital gown trembled violently.

Justin was sitting before her in the cold chair, with his back straight and eyes closed, motionless.

Under the dim light, he was silent. Throughout the long night, his only companion was his elongated shadow, adding to the loneliness.

Bella's heartbeat faltered, her breathing becoming erratic.

Hearing the sound, the man slowly opened his bloodshot eyes, lifting his gaze slightly to meet hers.