The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

It was already early morning at this moment. The two bodyguards stationed at the entrance of Pivotage were struggling to stay awake, forcing themselves to stay alert and wait for the next shift. One of the bodyguards suddenly froze while yawning. "Hey, listen. Did you hear something?"

"What? There's nothing."

"No, I heard something. It sounds like something is scaling the walls!"

The other bodyguard felt numb with fear. "I heard this place was a mass grave decades ago. Don't scare me in the middle of the night!" "Stay guard here. I'll check it out."

The first bodyguard grabbed his flashlight and walked to the back of the club warily. He shined the light around and then directed it up the wall.

The harsh white light just happened to brush past Drew, who stood on the edge of the windowsill with his hands in his pockets.

It was the fifth floor, and the windowsill he stood on was so narrow it could barely fit his feet. Losing his balance slightly would mean a fatal fall. However, Drew seemed stable and composed as he stood there and stared down at everything that was happening downstairs.

Seeing there was nothing unusual, the bodyguard scratched his head and left.

"How blind." Drew's eyes flashed coldly, and a fine glass cutter immediately appeared in his fingers.

With a few swift cuts, a huge hole appeared in the glass window. Drew quickly slipped in, as if entering somewhere uninhabited.

On the other side, James was fooling around with his cronies in a top-tier private room that had a minimum spend of seven figures.

He was still unsatisfied with having two women by his side and asked another curvy and sexy woman to straddle his thighs and feed him wine, mouth to mouth.

"Haha... I knew it! Mr. James, you are the chosen one, born to win! Your downturn is merely temporary, but you will forever stay at the peak now!"

"Exactly! How Could Christopher

compare to Mr. James? That

bastard was merely a dirty stray dog

who got lucky. He forgot his placeText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

after getting a bone! Mr. James, you can't go easy on him. You must make him spit out everything he

took from you!"

Upon hearing these words, James thought of the position he lost to Christopher and was enraged. He chased off all the women surrounding him. "Get lost! Fucking get lost!"

The women scattered in fear.

An underling approached. "Mr. James, are these chicks not to your liking?"

"Tsk. Pivotage is nothing special!" James tugged his tie frustratingly.

"The hottest chick in Pivotage is actually their manager. I heard she's incredibly beautiful!"

A glint of lust flashed across James' eyes. "Oh?"

"That woman is quite mysterious. Apart from the VVIPs, she never entertains other customers and doesn't show her face easily. But I

have a friend who was a reque

customer here. He was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of that

woman once... She's a fucking

stunner! Just one look at her, and he

was hard!"

James' throat bobbed, and he tugged on his tie again, feeling a reaction below.

"He also told me that the woman looks really similar to the daughter of Hatchbay's wealthiest man, Bella! If we could get her to serve you, itd be like Bella herself. You could also experience Justin's happiness. How amazing!"

The crowd laughed loudly.

However, James' expression was uglier than having eaten a dead cockroach. Even his hardness faded.