The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1781

Justin gently pinched Bella's chin, his thin lips covering her red lips, smearing the lipstick that captivated his heart.

His passionate kiss lingered around her lips, tasting the unparalleled sweetness.

The couple were entangled in the kiss for a while, and just before the flames of desire could spread, they tacitly released each other.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Justin stared at Bella's flushed face and glistening lips, smiling satisfyingly. "Now, your lips are even more charming than the flowers."

"You cling to me too much, asking for a kiss or something else whenever we meet... Let me take a breath sometimes, okay?"

Bella's soft body snuggled into his arms, her fingers poking his solid chest muscles, which was her favorite intimate move.

Every time she poked and touched him, her mood would improve, no matter how bad.

"I want a kiss and something more. Will you give it to me? Imm?" Justin's warm lips brushed against her ears, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of lust.

Bella's shoulders trembled slightly, the deep blush on her cheeks giving away the answer.

The couple leaned on each other on the sofa, gazing at the large bouquet of fiery roses as they enjoyed the warm and happy moment.

"Thanks for finding Cameron's weakness, which is his business evading tax and smuggling. It forced him to think of a way to spit out the $50 million in public funds."

Bella mischievously scratched the man's chin, her eyes full of praise. "My dear Mr. Salvador, you're indeed resourceful, always sharing my burdens and making me happy."

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his neck and teasingly kissed his thin, cool lips lightly." Tonight, I'll reward you generously."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your gracious favor." His tone was deep and gentle.

The man, normally stern and serious, was incredibly obedient in front of Bella, indulging her whims. "You look like a gigolo now." Bella rubbed her fingers against his curled lips. "Pretty slutty, but I like it."

"Cameron is chased out of KS and has a debt of $50 million." Justin grabbed her hand gently. "Bella, shall we stop here?"

"Stop here?"

Bella snorted coldly, her eyebrows raising higher. "We must hit him where it hurts. I'm evil, so why would I let that black sheep of the family off easily?"

Justin pursed his lips, unable to suppress a smile.

"On the surface, I've let him off. But secretly, I can always backstab him."

Bella snuggled in the man's arms and found a comfortable position. "The restaurants Cameron opened had great business these past two years, and Mr. Rodriguez had invested in them. Those types of shops can't withstand investigation. Any investigation would reveal at least millions in tax evasion."

"Do you want to bleed him further?" Justin's eyes narrowed. "It'd be easy."

"This way, Mr. Rodriguez will think twice about whom he should side with to protect himself in KS Group from now on."

Bella shook her fingers. "How could he have a future if he aligned himself with Cameron?"

At this moment, Justin's phone rang. It was Ian.

"Ian, what's up?"

"Mr. Salvador, Lance sent his lawyer and secretary to meet James in prison today."

Jan reported his first-hand news, sounding worried. "Would there be any unexpected changes, letting the Iversons take advantage of some loophole to bail that animal out?!"

"No, the evidence is solid. James has walked into a dead end and has no possibility of a comeback."

Justin's gaze darkened. "Lance sent someone over, most likely to settle accounts with his son."

Bella knowingly smiled. "The scale of power in the Iverson Group is about to shift. I bet the venomous snake hiding in a ditch is jumping out of desperation now that things did not go his way."

In the VIP ward of Hatchbay Hospital, Lance looked at the share transfer agreement signed by James, his expression turning gloomy and unreadable.

"Chairman Iverson, are you really not going to see Mr. James one last time?" His secretary asked hesitantly.

"Did he leave you any other messages?" Lance's tone was indifferent, as if the person in prison were not his son but a complete stranger.

For the Iversons, the blood flowing through their veins was colder than a snake's.

They experienced happiness and sorrow, but after the initial anger, they would immediately detach themselves from such emotions and return to their fight for power, as if only endless schemes and plots could warm their blood.