The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Strange?" Justin frowned.

"It's not surprising for your older brother to be able to access the medicine, considering he was deeply involved in Meridan for many years. The Reeds were willing to work with the Salvador family because of him."

Bella's beautiful face darkened. "But how did Christopher manage to get it?"

This question left Justin puzzled.

"He's the abandoned son of the Iverson family who has been living in Sentania. How could he possibly have connections in Meridan?"

The more Bella thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She said, "I've got this eerie feeling that perhaps Christopher might know your older brother."

Justin blurted out, "How is that possible?"

But then he immediately recalled that the woman named Clarice Amaryllis had the same scent as Christopher.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Although it was too quick to assume they knew each other based on this alone, that suspicion lingered in his mind and would not go away.

Suddenly, there was a loud, urgent knock on the door!

The two exchanged a glance and quickly got up to open it.

Standing outside was another one of Wyatt's executive assistants. It was not Quentin, but still a trusted confidant.

"Ms. Thompson! There's an emergency!" The secretary was extremely anxious, sweating profusely.

Bella's heart skipped a beat. "Is it about my father?!"

Justin quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace and silently comforting her.

"The chairman suddenly felt unwell! You should come with me to the meeting room right now!"

"Wyatt! What's wrong, Wyatt?" Cameron, who was sitting closest to Wyatt, shouted, successfully drawing everyone's attention to Wyatt's trembling body.

At this moment, Wyatt was gripping his uncontrollably shaking legs, his head buried. Now, ears ringing, and heart racing abnormally fast. He did not dare to raise his head as he could feel

muscles in his face

twitching uncontrollably, almost like

he had Parkinson's disease.

The board members exchanged bewildered glances, wanting to check on him but hesitating.

"The meeting today ends here," Wyatt said in a deep voice, cold sweat pouring down. By the time he got to the last two words, he felt his tongue go numb, almost unable to speak clearly. "Wyatt, what's happening to you?"

Cameron's face was full of concern

as he tentatively moved closer, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes "You look terrible. Why are you

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shaking so much? Are you having an episode? Should I call an

ambulance?"

"I'm fine... No need!" Wyatt exclaimed. His eyes were red as he shoved Cameron away, causing him to stumble awkwardly.

Cameron had always liked to show off his influence. He often flaunted his status as the younger brother of the richest man in Hatchbay to gain respect.

Now that he was being treated like

this in front of everyone, he was instantly furious, and he pressed on. "Wyatt, I'm only concerned about your health! Don't push yourself. Going to the hospital is more important!"

"There's no need to trouble you, Mr. Cameron."

Quentin quickly arrived upon hearing the commotion and positioned himself to block Cameron with his body, moving quickly to assist Wyatt. "Hey! What's going on here?!" Cameron's eyes widened as he pointed to Wyatt's lower body.

Everyone followed his gaze.