The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In fact, the punch Christopher received earlier did not hurt as much as the sight before him.

"Mr. Iverson! Are you alright?!"

Taylor, who had been waiting in the shadows, was terrified and immediately ran over to help his boss.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

"I'm fine." Christopher staggered to his feet, swallowing the blood in his mouth, his gaze fixed on Justin with a sinister and ruthless intensity, like a starved hyena.

"If you can't accept it, we can settle this between just the two of us." Justin's cold, piercing gaze bore down on Christopher like a massive stone pressing on his chest. "I'll even let you use both hands." Hearing this, Bella grew alarmed, tugging anxiously on Justin's muscular arm.

She thought, 'What a fool... Why is he talking about honor and fairness with this bastard? He should just hold Christopher's head down and beat him to a pulp!'

"Hmm... There's no need for that." Christopher didn't want to get into a fist fight with Justin in front of the woman he loved. Instead, he chose to suppress his anger.

Christopher wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and said, "I just have bad luck."

As he spoke, he pulled an invitation card from his suit and handed it to Bella. "Bella, the Iverson family is hosting a party this weekend. I came to personally deliver this invitation to you."

His eyes were filled with affection, and he smiled as if nothing had happened moments ago.

Bella looked down, staring coldly at the invitation. For some reason, this fearless young lady felt a tinge of unease toward the man who claimed to love her.

A person with no moral boundaries or dignity was terrifying.

Justin snatched the invitation from Christopher's hand, his left arm encircling Bella's slender waist and his right hand extending the envelope to her.

Using Justin's hand for support, Bella pulled the card from the envelope and opened it in front of Christopher.

After a quick glance, she let out a cold laugh and threw the card at his feet.

"Mr. Iverson, add my husband's name to the invitation and send me a new copy. I might actually show up if I'm in a good mood."

With that, Bella turned to Justin and said, "Justin, let's go home."

Justin nodded in agreement, their eyes meeting affectionately. "Alright."

Disregarding Christopher's stunned expression, the couple embraced each other as they turned and walked away, disappearing through the gates of Yara Park.

"Justin... This is outrageous! Has he

lost his damn mind?!" Taylor

exclaimed, glancing anxiously at Christopher's swollen cheek. "Mr. Iverson, let me take you to the hospital immediately!"

"That won't be necessary," Christopher replied, his brow furrowed as he stepped on the card, crushing it. "Head back and prepare a revised copy, then deliver ito Ms. Thompson."

"Yes, Mr. Iverson," Taylor responded.

He felt greatly for his master's unfair treatment, muttering indignantly, "Mr. Iverson, after such humiliation, are you really just going to let this slide? That's not like you!"

"A gentleman's revenge is best served cold. Besides, if I were to confront Justin now, it would only upset Bella."

Christopher narrowed his eyes

slightly, his tongue pressing against

his throbbing left cheek. "But if

taking a punch from Justin would give Bella some peace of mind, then that punch would be worth it."

At that moment, his phone vibrated.

It was a message from Zoe. [Sir, there's currently someone causing trouble that I need you to get rid of. Otherwise, my plan will be difficult to execute.]

Christopher raised an eyebrow, seeming pleased by the formal manner of address.

He replied. [Who?]

Zoe sent a name.

Christopher typed. [I'll arrange for someone to assist you. Don't worry.]

Zoe responded. [Thank you, sir! Once everything is done, I'll repay you well!]

An unsettling coldness crept into Christopher's dark eyes as he sent another text. [The best repayment is to severely injure Ryan.]