The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The better one understood the enemy, the greater the chances of victory. Just as Bella had anticipated that Christopher would eagerly strike at Charles, Bella accurately gauged Bethany's arrogance. While the Salvador family fretted over Carrie's predicament, Bethany continued her hedonistic lifestyle, partying at several venues a night, drinking excessively, and even using her autistic sister as a topic of conversation to amuse her friends. She found pleasure in others' pain, releasing her long-held resentment.

After Shannon died, Bethany had been cautious and avoided the spotlight for a long time. But since allying with Zoe, Bethany gradually realized she could still outmaneuver those people. Even without Shannon, she could toy with them just as effectively.

That night, in a chaotic private room, Bethany danced intimately with a handsome male model. Emboldened by the crowd's cheers and fueled by alcohol, she shamelessly engaged in various indecent acts with the stranger.

Amid the chaos, the male model dragged her into the bathroom. They kissed passionately, and he tore off her clothes. Initially, she resisted slightly, covering her exposed lingerie. Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock.

The man deftly transferred a pill from his tongue to hers. She swallowed it before she could react. Bethany pushed him away, panting heavily. "What... What did you give me?"

The male model replied, his eyes burning with lust as he licked her earlobe. "Something that will make you feel very happy and comfortable. It's not your first time trying it, is it?"

Bethany quickly succumbed to theBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

waves of pleasure. She felt as if her mind was in disarray and her body was floating. She had no idea how much time had passed, but

everyone in the private roomera

gone.

After the deed, the male model pulled up his pants and opened the bathroom door. Bethany, the noble heiress of the Salvador family, lay disheveled by the dirty toilet, drooling and smiling idiotically.

The man walked into the private

room with a look of disgust. At this moment, there was an elegant, well-dressed man sitting on the sofa with a composed expression. The male model said respectfully, "Mr. Lovett, I have completed the task you assigned."

"Thank you for dealing with someone so filthy," Steven said, glancing up with a slight smile.

"I have received the photos and videos," Steven said, pushing a bank card toward him. "Here's the agreed-upon $1 million. I even threw in an extra $50,000. I hope you recover soon."

"No trouble at all."

The male model paused, taking the card with a self-deprecating smile. "If my illness could be cured, it would be a medical miracle. Rest assured, I am leaving Savrow on early flight tomorrow and will not be returning."