The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Meanwhile, Carrie, who had not been seen for a long time, finally joined Savrow Academy of Fine Arts thanks to Ryan's efforts and money.

One week had passed since her admission. Despite sitting quietly in the last row and hiding behind a large drawing board, her beautiful appearance still attracted the boys' attention every time she attended class.

Full of youthful energy, these young men were so distracted by her that they could hardly concentrate on their lessons. They were craning their necks so much that they might develop spinal problems by the end of the class.

However, Carrie was entirely focused on the lecture, her hands constantly moving as she sketched, completely unaware that she had entered a wolf's den. She cherished this opportunity to learn to paint that Ryan had secured for her. She wanted to absorb all the knowledge the teacher imparted and would not let herself be distracted for even a second.

After the morning classes, Carrie was busy organizing her art supplies. A group of boys nudged a relatively good-looking boy in Carrie's direction. Mustering up his courage, the boy scratched his head and walked toward the last row.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Young Madam, I apologize for the delay. I received a call and couldn't come earlier." Yasmin arrived at Carrie's side like a gust of cold wind, efficiently picking up her art supplies and wrapping an arm around her soft waist.

Then, Yasmin lifted her cold, sharp gaze and scanned the boys. Her mere look was enough to scare them into silence. What a beautiful woman, but with a murderous aura!

"What are you guys trying to do? Harass my boss's wife?" Yasmin's words were sharp, and her tone was icy.

'Wife?!' The boys were stunned and thought to themselves. 'What a pity! Who's the lucky guy?'

"Our Young Madam is married. If you keep staring, I'll report you for harassment." Yasmin initially wanted to say, "I'll gouge your eyes out," but considering they were Carrie's classmates, she decided against being too violent.

As Carrie walked out of the classroom, her moon-like face blushed, and she shyly lowered her head.

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"Young Madam, I had some

important matters to handle at the company today, so I was delayed. In

the future, I wait for you by the back door during your classes," Yasmin said, recalling the boysz earlier, feeling uneasy. No wonder Ryan wanted to keep her hidden. Leaving such a pretty wife in a

crowd was like throwing a lamb into

a den of wolves. It was indeed

worrying.

"Yasmin, Ryan and I haven't gotten married yet..." Carrie fluttered her long eyelashes. She felt sweet inside but was also a bit embarrassed when Yasmin addressed her as Ryan's wife in front of her classmates.

"It's just a matter of a marriage certificate. Even if you're not married, Mr. Hoffman's heart and soul are yours, forever and always." Yasmin gently stroked her head,

smiling warmly. "Mr. Hoffman is net

already privately planning the engagement. He's preparing to fly to Inalia next month for a royal auction. There's a rare royal diamond up for bid, said to have been worn by their queen. Mr. Hoffman intends to get it for you as an engagement ring, no

matter the cost."

"I don't need Ryan to spend so much. It's enough that he has me in his heart," Carrie said, gently tugging at Yasmin's clothes and shaking her head slightly.

"Mr. Hoffman wishes he could pluck

the stars from the sky for you.

You're worth it. Besides, you don't need to save money for him. He has nothing but you and money.

Spending money is his greatest

pleasure, so let him enjoy it Yasmin chuckled.

Just then, she received a message from Ryan and sighed quietly after reading it.

"Is Ryan not coming home for dinner tonight?" Carrie asked, sensitive to Yasmin's mood change.

"Sorry, Madam. He has a board meeting and is quite busy..."

"It's okay. I understand. CEOs are always busy," Carrie said, hugging the small bear in her arms tighter. She cleared the disappointment from her clear eyes and smiled understandingly.

"I'll wait for him to come home. My second brother used to be very busy too, rarely coming home. My sister-in-law would stay up, waiting for him. No matter how late he came back, she would always take good care of him, never feeling tired."