The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2050

Bella knew that the only way to reach Owen was by appealing to his own interests. She approached him, step by step, and slipped the report into his suit pocket before walking away without looking back.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

In the biting cold wind, Owen's hands trembled as he pulled out the piece of paper. After reading it, he slowly tore it to shreds, letting the pieces scatter in the wind.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. He brought it to his ear.

"Taylor."

"Deputy Chief Hopkins, Mr. Iverson has ordered that the operation proceed tonight."

Owen took a deep breath, his eyes clouded. "Understood."

At 7:00 p.m., Watson Jenkins, accompanied by Sasha and Lane, dragged his ailing body to the KS World Hotel for a press conference.

With unwavering resolve, Watson revealed everything-how the members of the Southern Star Syndicate had been controlled and tormented by the drugs. He warned everyone to stay away from these horrific substances, as they were life-threatening.

"I am willing to fully cooperate with the police investigation," Watson declared. "I support a thorough search of the Southern Star Syndicate. Anyone found hoarding these drugs will be severely punished. As Chairman of the Southern Star Syndicate, I cannot escape responsibility. I am prepared to accept all consequences and face legal judgment."

As he finished speaking, Watson, supported by Lane, shakily rose to his feet. Facing the cameras, he bowed deeply.

The flash of cameras lit up the room like daylight. Whether they were present in the room or watching the livestream online, everyone was profoundly moved.

The public outcry reached a fever pitch after the Southern Star Syndicate's press conference.

The entire internet was abuzz, denouncing the mastermind behind this horrifying human experiment and demanding a thorough investigation.

The public insisted that the authorities could not stand by and whitewash the situation for the sake of maintaining peace.

While the storm raged outside, Aaron was drowning himself in alcohol and pleasure within the comforts arranged by Christopher, numbing himself with the last revelries before the inevitable downfall.

In the presidential suite, Aaron drank glass after glass of alcohol, fed to him by the women around him. He grew increasingly intoxicated, his mind slipping into a haze. At some point, perhaps egged on by someone, he found himself on top of a girl, injecting her with a syringe.

He could not remember much of what happened next.

In the early hours of the morning, Aaron awoke with a splitting headache. He found himself lying naked in bed, with an equally naked woman beside him.

Initially, he thought nothing of it. Over the years, as he accompanied his father on business dealings, people would occasionally try to curry favor by sending beautiful women to his bed, and he had never

refused.

So, Aaron nudged the woman with his foot, rubbing his throbbing temples.

"Hey... Wake up. If you want to sleep, go sleep somewhere else!"

But the woman did not move. Frowning, Aaron reached out to shake her awake. The moment his hand touched her skin, his expression froze.

Her body was cold-ice cold!

Panic surged through him as he quickly turned on the bedside lamp to check her condition.

Despite abandoning his medical career for business, Aaron came from a family of doctors and still retained some basic medical knowledge.

Two minutes later, he let out a terrified scream, leaping from the bed despite being stark naked, and curled up in a corner of the room.

The woman lying on the bed had purple marks on her skin-livor mortis! She was dead!