Ch. 1621..1630

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1621-Christopher's gaze was cold and filled with murderous intent, and his pale lips pursed tightly into a straight line.

Seeing that the intimidating Justin was walking toward them, Taylor, ever the dutiful underling, immediately stepped up while glaring at him.

"Mr. Salvador, this is the Thompson family's territory. Do you intend to make a fuss here? Aren't you afraid of embarrassing Chairman Thompson and Ms.

Thompson?"

Justin's eyes glinted with a cold light, his thin lips curling up indifferently. "Get lost."

"Mr. Christopher, please get into the car. I'll handle this!"

However, before Taylor could put on a tough act, he suddenly felt numbness in his arm, followed by excruciating pain spreading throughout his body. He felt the world spin before his eyes!

"Ah!"

Justin's expression was chilling. He did not move, merely grabbing Taylor's arm and flipping him over.

Taylor was thrown into the air with a backflip, then he landed heavily on his back. He screamed out in pain, unable to get up even if he wanted to.

Justin did not even lower his gaze. He lifted his long legs and stepped over the crumpled figure on the ground.

Every nerve in Christopher's body tensed up, his exquisite features shrouded in a dark shadow.

Just as Justin was closing in on him, four bodyguards from the Iverson Group hurriedly arrived to shield him.

Oh, he almost forgot.

This venomous viper was no longer the abandoned chess piece looming around the Iverson family. He was their CEO now, and his entourage had to reflect that status. Christopher gritted his teeth. "Get him!"

The four bodyguards immediately lunged at Justin, waving their fists!

However, Justin remained expressionless, moving as swiftly as lightning, his fists fast and strong. The four burly bodyguards seemed as if they were made of paper-fragile and unable to withstand a blow. After all, Justin had graduated from the military academy at the top of his class.

Finally, it was Christopher's turn to face him.

The two men swung their fists at the same time, slicing through the air with a whooshing sound, fierce and ruthless.

Christopher's eyes widened. He had done but it was just hard for up. .

"Ugh!"

100 A gap appeared in his defense, and Christopher's vision suddenly went black.

A heavy fist, as hard as iron, fiercely landed on his face, striking him to the ground.

"Mr. Christopher!" Taylor was scared out of his wits, crawling to his boss desperately. Christopher gasped in pain, tasting the metallic blood in his mouth.

with fair His ever he suit was stained horrifying red gash. Con hair was messy, was marred with a belongs "Mr. Christopher… Your, your face…!" Looking at the injury on his face, Taylor was dumbfounded.

Christopher panted as he lifted his trembling hand to touch his face.

What appeared in his sight was his bloody palm.

How could this be the type of injury caused just by fists?!

At this moment, Justin stood over him, looking down at him as if he were looking at a filthy dog.

Justin's eyes were filled with a sharp coldness, and he cracked his neck, raising his fight arm with a sneer.

The watch was still smeared with Christopher's blood.

At some point, Justin had wrapped his metal watch band around bish kpuckles whichwas why it caused so much damage.

At some point, Justin had wrapped his metal watch band around bish kpuckles whichwas why it caused so much damage.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1622-"Justin… You're really despicable!" Christopher gritted his teeth, his bloodstained lips twitching.

"Despicable? I'm merely giving you a taste of your own medicine."

Justin's eyes narrowed. "Christopher, anyone can play dirty tricks and backstab people. I just couldn't care less to use such methods against you. I don't want to become a venomous snake like you. However, the condition was that you could not touch Bella or her family. Otherwise, the beating you got today will be nothing compared to the pain I'll inflict on you in the future, which will be a hundred times worse." After that, Justin turned around arrogantly and walked away without waiting for Christopher to react.

"Mr. Christopher! I'll immediately call over some reinforcements. We'll avenge you!" Taylor had never seen his boss suffer such humiliation, almost shedding angry tears.

Christopher's body trembled, and he spat on the ground.

With a soft thud, a tooth from the left side of his mouth fell out, showing how ruthless Justin had been.

"Even if you call ten more men, they won't be a match for him."

Christopher used all his strength to stand up, the corner of his lips suddenly curling into a creepy, terrifying smile, like a demon that had crawled out of hell.

"Don't be anxious. There is always someone better than him. Even if he doesn't fall into my hands, someone else will make him wish he were dead. They will bring him to utter ruin!"

When Justin returned, Wyatt's complexion looked much better. Bella was feeding Wyatt sliced apples.

Justin came into the room, bringing with him a chilling sense, his breathing uneven.

Bella's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she joked, "What took you so long?

Did your phone fall into the toilet?"

Justin said gently, "Sorry, Bella. Something urgent came up, so it took longer."

"Ms. Bella, let me." Quentin sensed that the couple needed to talk, so he tactfully took the fruit plate from Bella.

But Wyatt was suddenly insensitive at this time, glancing sideways at Quentin and grumbling, "Look at you. It's rare for my daughter to pamper me. Can't you let me enjoy this treatment? Why would you choose this time to show how hardworking you are?"

Quentin could only smile wryly, as if he were looking at an old child.

Bella and Justin could not help but laugh, chasing away the gloom caused by Christopher.

The couple walked into an adjacent room, where emotions and lust ran high.

Bella pressed close, her soft breasts tightly pressing against the man's stillheaving chest, and she lifted her fair leg, pressing her knee against his leg.

Her sparkling eyes carried a predatory gleam.

Justin felt his mouth go dry. His throat bobbed, and his hand moved to the small of her back. "Bella, your father is just on the other side of this wall. You can't be thinking of doing it here…"

"Ugh, why's your head filled with such perverted thoughts?" Bella lowered her voice, flicking Justin's forehead.

"I was never like this before."

Justin's large hands traveled up from her waist to the back of her neckn rubbing it gentle "But as long as i touched you, I couldn't hold it in. It's like I'm addicted to wanting you."

Shameless, sweet talk rolled off his tongue so smoothly.

Bella's face flushed, and her heart thumped as she punched his ghest playfully, "hatwere you doing just nöw?" Justin pressed his lips together.

"You're still out of breath now. Are you so exhausted by a phone call?"

Bella narrowed her eyes, drawing circles on his chin with her fingertips. "Did you go to take a call or beat up a dog?"

"Smartass. I can't hide anything from you." Justin lowered his head and kissed the corner of Bella's lips.

"I know you're pissed off too, but we don't need to rush for revenge."

Bella took his hands, noticing his reddened knuckles, and gripped, them tightly. "'m more afraid you would gét bitten by a venomous snake. It wouldn't be worth it."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1623-"If Christopher could hurt me so easily, that'd make me a useless man. How could I protect you and your father then?"

Bella was moved. "Justin, Wyatt treated you horribly before… He humiliated you and hit you. But you repay him with kindness… How do you do it? If it were me, I might not have been so forgiving." "Your father punished me because he loved you."

Justin smiled casually, but his heart was bitter. "I should accept his punishment.

I even feel that he was too lenient with me."

"Justin…" Bella's eyes reddened.

"Your father loves you very much, so I need to protect him well. I want my Bella to have all the love in the world. I will do my best to make you happy."

Justin thought, 'To repay what I owe you a thousand times, even ten thousand times.' Bella held his face, tears brimming in her eyes. He kissed his thin lips fiercely, as if she wanted to devour him.

That day, Aaron took Arnold back to the Larson family. Arnold was placed under house arrest for three days. His phone was confiscated, and while he was given food and drinks, he could not take a step outside.

"Aaron! What is this?! This is illegal imprisonment!"

Arnold watched as the bodyguards installed an iron grille on his door frame, making his room a cage.

"Don't blame me. Dad asked me to do this."

Aaron coldly stared at him through the grille. "Dad is still on a business trip. He said you should stay in the room obediently before he comes back to deal with you. Don't think about going anywhere."

"I want to return to Meridan! I have unfinished work. Let me out!" Arnold's bloodshot eyes widened, and he shook the iron grille madly.

"You can't go anywhere. What don't you understand?"

Aaron looked at his brother with an annoyed expression. "Stop putting on an act in front of me. You're busy? Tsk, among the whole Larson family, you're the most useless irresponsible, and playful one. I'm willing to bet that the moment I let you out, you'll go running to the Thompson family!

"I don't know if you fell in love with Bella or what but you even saved Wyatt!

You're slapping Grandpa and Dad in the face. Do you think that our aunt being a mistress for Wyatt is something honorable? Are you eager to become his son-inlaw as well?! Does every Larson have to go lick the Thompson family's boots?

Don't we have any self-respect?!” Aaron got angrier as he talked! He had just finished icing his face this morning, and his cheeks were still swollen. It was all thanks to Bella.

Therefore, he vented all his frustrations at Arnold.

After all, that brat was the root cause. If Arnold had not shamelessly maintained a connection with the Thompson family, would Aaron have had to go there and get himself involved in a mess? It was utterly humiliating!

Arnold was burning with anxiety, his eyes almost spitting fire.

Aaron's words were not completely wrong.

If the Larsons knew the truth, it might not end with merely placing him under house arrest. They might destroy him.

"Aaron! I won't go to the Thompson family anymore! I swear!"

Realizing force would not work, Arnold tried to use a soft approach, pitifully blinking his eyes and rubbing his hands tggethel: Aaron, please…

Just let me out. I was a fool. I sympathized with Aunt Mila and impulsively helped Chairman Thompson… I was wrong won't do it anymore! Please!"

Arnold stayed with the Thompson family because of the person ben loved. But he didnotwant to marry Wyatt's daughters. He was interested in Asher.

"Ha, brat. I'd rather believe that Jesus is still alive than believe your lies."

Aaron, having grown up with him, saw through Arnold completely, "How many times haye you sworn since we were kids? You've never kept your word, so stop struggling and stay put!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1624-It was late autumn in Savrow, and the sudden chill of the autumn wind was biting.

Asher did not return home for three days, staying in the church, praying and confessing before the altar over and over.

What was he confessing?

Was he confessing the usual crimes he committed while working as an underground mafia spokesperson?

Or was he confessing about falling in love with someone he should not have?

On the fourth day, it was as if Asher was possessed. Under the guidance of an invisible force, he found himself at the Larson family home.

He knew Arnold had settled in Meridan since he was a teenager and had no property in the country. He had nowhere else to go except for this house.

He was worried out of his mind. After enduring it for three days, he still came here.

Asher knew that, with his identity, he could only stand guard outside the gate like a statue.

He suddenly understood how Justin felt when he had braved the storm, insisting to wait outside Yara Park just to see Bella once. What a sad and heartwrenching feeling it must have been.

Asher felt as if his gut was crushed. Bile surged up his throat, leaving only a bitter feeling in his mouth.

At this time, a convoy of luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside the Larson family house.

The driver and secretary escorted a tall and lean middle-aged man dressed in a suit out of the car.

Asher slightly furrowed his brows, recognizing the man as the current head of Larson Biotech and Mila's brother, Alvin Larson.

"Dad! You must be tired from the journey!" Aaron quickly rushed out to greet him, respectfully bowing.

"Hmm." Alvin nodded slightly, his expression cold. "Where is Arnold?"

"According to your orders, we've detained him. He's in his room now."

Aaron took the opportunity to bring down Arnold, venting the anger he had held inside for a few days.

"Dad, what Arnold did this time was indeed overboard. He ignored our family rules and even got so close to the Thompson family. If word got out, our years of persistence would become a joke. People would say we are hypocrites, pretending to steer clear of the Thompsons with strict family rules but secretly flattering them."

Alvin suddenly halted his footsteps, curling his lips coldly. "In the future, it would be unknown who needs to flatter who."

"Dad, you are right. I heard Wyatt was severely this time, barely hanging by a thread, so Aunt Mila anxiously came to us for help. Hmph, if this goes on, Wyatt won't live for long. When he's gone, KS Group will undoubtedly decline. At that time, we'll see if they can still act arrogantly!" Aaron grifted his teeth.

Alvin glanced at him suspiciously. "I've never seen you bear such a heavy grudge toward the Thompsons before. What happened? Did they give you al net time when you went to bring Arnold back?"

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, cold sweat covering his forehead. "On course pot How would they dare to touch someone from the Larson family?"

Just as the two men were about to enter the gate, Aaron suddenly felt a chill down bisispine. He could not help but look back.

Alvin asked, "What's wrong?"

Aaron shivered. "Dad, someone dressed like a pastor seemed to be staring at eunhouse. It's midnight, so it's a little creepy."

As it was dark at this late hour, he could not see Asher's face clearly.

Alvin frowned and looked back, but there was no one on the street across from them.

Aaron was surprised. "Huh? Where did he go? He was still here just now."

"Aaron, I can see that you've been tired recently. Get more rest." Alvin stepped inside. Aaron was speechless.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1625-Arnold was released from the "cage" and brought to the courtyard.

At this moment, everyone in the Larson household was gathered in the courtyard, forming a large crowd.

Arnold's tall and lean figure stood straight in the center of the courtyard. He looked at his father, who was leisurely drinking tea while seated in a chair. His brother was standing aside respectfully, along with the "audience" they summoned to watch the show.

A strong sense of discomfort churned in his stomach.

Beyond the wall lay the new century, but within this grand mansion was still an old feudal society.

When Arnold was young, he always felt sorry for his aunt, thinking that it was a waste for a noble daughter of the Larsons to escape from the family that gave her all the wealth and glory, even if it meant being ostracized.

But now, his heart was stirring with a desire to follow in his aunt's footsteps.

"Kneel," Alvin said coldly.

Arnold straightened his back, asking with a mocking smile, "Dad, we're not in medieval times anymore. We don't even need to kneel when meeting the President. Isn't it time for our family to change these outdated rules?"

Alvin's face stiffened.

Aaron scolded, "Arnold! You're the one who made a mistake and embarrassed the Larson family! Is this how you show remorse?!"

"You asked me to admit my mistakes, and I've admitted them. I've said everything I should say. From now on, never."

Never.

When Arnold said this, his heart ached painfully, as if his heart had been cruelly cut open.

"I won't go to the Thompson family ever again, and I will no longer interfere with their affairs. I've already relented to this extent. Why do you need to humiliate me like this?" His argument rendered the crowd deadly silent.

In the hierarchical Larson family, except for Old Master Larson, no one else dared to defy Alvin.

"Arnold, your closeness with the Thompson family has broken the bottom line of our Larson family. It's the gravest mistake!"

Aaron immediately jumped in to play the villain "If Dad doesn't punish you heavily will you remember your mistakes? Our family rules wil become a joke.

Who else wilDfollow and respect them?!"

"Tsk, so this is about making an example to the rest, huh?"

Arnold's mocking murmur thoroughly enraged Alvin.

At this moment, the butler brought over the tools used for punishing Arnold.

"Mr. Alvin."

The crowd gasped, and Arnold's heart tightened!

The butler held a whip and a thick, long wooden stick in his hands.

"According to the family law, you will either be beaten until your skin ripped apart on havel your legs, broken.

Choose." Aaron looked at him coldly.

elife

Aaron did not seem to care that Arnold was his brother, born to the same mother.

This was always the case in the Larson family. They prioritized power, ability, ardmoney! Familial ties were always dispensable.

Arnold's pupils widened in shock, and he burst into laughter.

"Interesting… How interesting! Today, I'll see what's up with your family rules."

Arnold laughed while shaking his head, his beautiful eyes tinged with red. "But our family" well-known in the medical field. Why does our family law include punishment tools as crude as whips and sticks?

bought a set of surgical knives back from Meridan. Why don't you just use those? It's more efficient!

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1626-Before his words fell, Alvin suddenly stood up with a gloomy face and snatched the stick from the butler's hand, striding toward Arnold. "Ugh!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Arnold's legs. Two bodyguards had appeared behind him, hitting him with a stick and forcing him to kneel!

"You ungrateful brat! You made such a huge mistake, yet you still have the guts to joke around! You still dare to talk back?!"

Alvin widened his bloodshot eyes and swung his arm fiercely. The stick landed hard on Arnold's back, making a sickening thud that frightened the crowd!

However, Arnold only groaned once.

The stick hit his back over and over as the two bodyguards held his arms, leaving him defenseless. Arnold was in so much pain that his stomach felt twisted. His vision gradually blurred, and the metallic taste of blood grew stronger in his throat.

But he refused to beg for mercy or lower his head.

The brutal beating made Aaron's heart jump with fear. He turned away, not daring to watch.

"The best do not need teaching; the mediocre need harsh teaching; and someone like you, who is useless and ungrateful, needs to be beaten!"

As Alvin's words fell, he lifted his arm high, then brought it down heavily!

The next second, a crisp sound rang out!

The stick that was a few inches wide had cracked into two pieces on Arnold's back.

The dead silence of the surrounding crowd was shattered by shocking gasps.

Arnold's handsome face was drained of blood and so pale that it was almost transparent. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, uncontrollably trembling.

He bit down hard on his lower lip as blood stained his lips. It was a tragic and glaring sight.

"Dad!"

Aaron rushed over in a panic at this moment, lowering his voice nervously.

"After this beating, you've vented your anger, and Arnold has received his lesson. Let's talk. If you continue beating him, it won't end well, especially with so many people watching. We can't explain it to Grandpa either."

In truth, Aaron was not concerned about his brother.

He only did this to protect his father's image.

Alvin froze, the other half of the stick slipping from his grasp. His palm was swollen and red. He was trembling slightly as he exerted too much force. "Ha…

Hahaha…"

Arnold's tensed arms pressed against the ground, and he lowered his head, hiding his expression but laughing mockingly. "How lame. Is it over already? Dad, you're really aging… You call this a family punishment? Are you just tickling me? Come on… I dare you to beat me to death!"

"Bastard!"

Alvin was burning with anger, a vein bulging on his forehead. He threw the stick away with all his strength. "Even until now, you remain shameless and refuse to change?!" "Change? Why should I change… Why do I need to change?!"

As if his shattered bones had been reformed, Arnold gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, his battered body swaying.

Everyone was stunned.

Even Alvin's expression changed instantly.

"I still don't understand… As a doctor, what did I do wrong…"

Arnold's narrow eyes were bloodshot. Every word coming out of his mouth was a piercing accusation, "A doctor should be merciful, help the weak, and saven et people. This is what Grandpa

taught me since I was a child. Until now, the plaque with the words jeal the World" is stilhanging in drandpa's study. I thought that was our family law!

"I didn't expect the family law to become an excuse for you to vent your personal grudgesUn. youP eyes, Chairman Phompson is an enemy.

But tome, he's just a patient! What wrong did I do by treating a 0 patient?!"

Arnold's stubborn and unyielding temper was much like that of his aunt, Mila.

His passionate defense left the crowd stunned but deeply impressed.

Alvin's face turned red from anger, his eyes flashing with rage. "Bring Arnold back to his room! Without my orders, nobody is allowed to let him out!"

After the ruthless beating, Arnold's pristine white shirt was in shredsn exposing his swollen and red skin, which was once pale and fair. Even the bodyguards at his door could not bear to look.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1627-"Mr. Arnold, the Larson family's private doctor is on his way now. Please hold on a little longer…"

"Ha… Doctors are something we never lack."

Arnold stood with his back against them, his voice carrying a cold defiance. "I'm also a doctor. I know my body better than anyone else. Get out!"

The bodyguards had no choice but to bow and leave.

The moment the door closed, Arnold collapsed to the floor, finally vomiting out a mouthful of blood he had been forcefully suppressing in his chest, which stained the luxurious carpet. "It hurts… It hurts so much…"

He curled up in pain, rolling around on the floor as beads of sweat mingled with his tears, streaming down his pale face.

When he was beaten, he was too angry to feel any pain, as if he was in a state of invincibility.

But now, when he was alone, the pain of broken bones and torn flesh spread throughout his body.

"Ugh… It's so painful…"

Arnold was a grown man, but at this moment, he looked so pitiful as he gritted his teeth with tears streaming down his face. "Asher… I miss you so much… I miss you…"

He could no longer distinguish whether his tears were from the beating or because of his longing for Asher.

However, what Arnold did not know was that right behind the Larson family house, Asher stood straight in the cold wind, his dark eyes unknowingly becoming moist and red…

In the end, Asher could not resist picking up his phone to call Arnold.

Listening to the automated message of Arnold's phone being turned off, Asher felt his heart ache.

Perhaps it was for the best…

Stubbornly holding on to something that was destined to have no outcome would only hurt them.

Trembling, Arnold took off his tattered shirt and changed into clean pajamas.

The wounds on his back prevented him, who loved to be clean, from taking a bath. He could only force himself to get a wet towel and wipe the dirt off his body while enduring the pain.

At this moment, he genuinely felt happy for his aunt to be able to f a life in a warm and loving lamang the Thompsons. He did not even like dare to dream of it.

"From now on… Never…"

Arnold's pale and dry lips murmured, and he fiercely threw the towel into the basin, causing water to splash out.

"As! If!"

He did not want to give up.

So what if Asher kept refusing him and pushing him away?

If Asher took a thousand steps back, Arnold would just walk a thousand and one steps toward him.

Arnold did not want this family anymore, and he did not care about anything in Meridan. He just wanted Asher. God, please grant me this one wish for the sake of the many lives I've saved!'

Arnold could not fall asleep from the pain, so he opened the window to his balcony letting the chilly night breeze blow over him.

The chill slightly eased his pain.

"The moonlight tonight is so beautiful. As beautiful as Asher…"

Arnold gazed at the moon hanging in the night sky, smiling foolishly, his eyes full of Asher's handsome face.

When he was young, he remembered that Aunt Mila used to recite apoem.

He vaguel remembered one line, which was fitting for this moment.

"May I be like the stars and you the moon…"

Downstairs, Asher also raised his head to look at the moon. His thin lips parted, moving in e silento m response. Righting up each other's lives every night." After a long sigh, Asher turned and walked toward his car.

At this moment, Arnold withdrew his gaze from the moon and looked down.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1628-Arnold recognized Asher's towering figure.

All the blood in Arnold's body gathered in his trembling heart. He gripped the balcony rail tightly, continuously leaning out as far as he could, wishing to jump down.

That outstanding figure, attracting his heart immediately, could not be anyone other than Asher!

"Asher… Asher! Asher!"

Arnold screamed with all his might.

Unfortunately, they were too far apart.

A strong wind picked up, and it was already hard for Arnold to breathe, being severely injured. His weak voice was scattered by the wind the moment it left his lips, leaving no chance to reach Asher. "Asher! Are you deaf?! Look back… Look back! I'm right behind you…"

When he shouted the last few words, they were hoarse and broken, barely audible.

Arnold could only watch as Asher got into his black sports car, started the engine, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Bastard! Can't you wait for me a little longer?!” As if his soul were sucked out of his body, Arnold slumped down on the floor, panting heavily, tears falling down his face. "Asher… Why can't you wait for me…

Take me with you…"

It was late at night in the study.

Alvin explained Arnold's situation to Old Master Larson over the phone.

Knowing that he punished Arnold with the family law, Old Master Larson was obviously dissatisfied. Although he did not chew Alvin out, his tone was disapproving.

"Arnold is a skilled doctor, and he's renowned in Meridan's neurosurgery field!

Even I've heard of his achievements. You must have heard too, right?"

Alvin gritted his teeth. "Naturally, I have. But Dad, Arnold broke the family rules with his recent actions and disregarded the Larson family's image, which was outrageous. If don't punish him heavily, there's no guarantee he won't do something ridiculous in the future, turning us into a laughingstock."

"Cough… You can totally use other methods to punish him. There's no need to hurt his body."

Old Master Larson's tone was stern.

"We only have Arnold and Aaron in the third generation now. You groomed Aaron into a businessman, and he had completely given up his medical skills. You haven't performed surgeries for over al net decade. You were focusing on managing the lab, research center, and hospitals and thriving in the business field. Currently, the only person who could really inherit my legacy is Arnold. If you cripple him, the Larson family will have no successor and does not deserve to be known as a medical family!"

"But, Dad…"

"I know why you're so hard on Arnold."

Old Master Larson's voice fell, carrying a hint of warning. "Alvin, so many years have passed. Has your resentment not yet faded?"

Alvin's expression stiffened. "Dad, what resentment could I have? Even It I do, it's because tke kids are grown now and refuse to listen to me. I'm afraid they will cause trouble and affect our family name."

"Alvin, no matter how much I hate Wyatt, my precious daughter still ended up with him and bore children tor him. Their children all turned out to beloutstanding. Mila spent twenty years in the Thompson family, and I've never heard of any rumors of discord between her and that old man. It shows that Wyatt treated her well."

"Dad…"

"I know you've always liked Mila."

Old Master Larson's words struck a nerve at the most hidden corner of Alvin's heart.

He pursed his pale lips tightly, his hand at the side clenching hard.

"Although you are my adopted son and have no blood ties to Mila, she will always be your sister: No matter infthe past or present, there is no possibility between the both of you."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1629-The same "death sentence" from twenty years ago was given to him once again by Old Master Larson."I'm eighty now. I've had a major illness and I've come to understand that even if I keep these old grudges, they are beyond my control now."Old Master Larson coughed a few times, but his tone had undeniable authority."From now on, don't punish Arnold because of Mila and the Thompson family's matter. It's enough for us to have no interaction with the Thompsons on the surface."KS Group dominates in Hatchbay, and Wyatt's children are all coming to their own. I heard his precious daughter, Bella, is already discussing marriage with the Salvador Corporation's president in Savrow. If the two families unite, anyone who goes against them will be doomed."If you provoke the Thompson family too much, even if Wyatt ignores you, Mila and those children might take you up. I've worked all my life. I don't want to see my children turn against each other in my old age. Just let it go."The call ended."Dad... You're willing to let Mila become Wyatt's mistress with no legal title, being subjected to gossip, rather than fulfilling my wish?"Alvin's expression was gloomy and pale, like a statue about to crack in the cold."Is it because I am adopted? Do you think I don't deserve your biological daughter?"Suddenly, someone urgently knocked on the door.Soon after, Aaron ran in anxiously. "Dad! Shit! Arnold escaped through the window!"Alvin's pupils contracted.He immediately rushed to Arnold's room with the butler and secretary.The balcony window was wide open, and the cold night breeze blew in, sending a chill down everyone's spine!"Did you search everywhere?!" Alvin's voice trembled with panic."We have!"Aaron was stammering in fear. "We don't see him anywhere. Under the stairs, the back garden... Nowhere!"Nowhere.It meant Arnold did not die and had indeed escaped. How fortunate!"His room is on the fifth floor. How did he jump down?" Alvin stood on the balcony and looked around.The butler said, "I've sent someone to investigate. Mr. Arnold must've jumped to the opposite tree and slid down the trunk. There were a few broken branches under the tree." "He's mad! Does he want to fall to his death?!" Alvin's shock turned to anger, and he slammed the railing, his palm throbbing in pain.His son was stubborn and fearless, unafraid of any cages or oppressive power.Since the day Christopher came over with the medicine and flaunted it, provoking them, Justin immediately set off for Meridan with lan's accompaniment to purchase.precious medication for Chel.no Thompson.Bella wanted to go with him, but Justin did not want her to tire herself out. So he advised her to stay at Yara Park and spend time with Chairman Thompson.On the private plane to Meridan, Justin used his laptop to search for detailed information about the medication.lan brought a cup of coffee and fet

placed it gently in front of him.

. "Mr.

Salvador, you ve not rested singe you boarded the plane, Xolive been either reviewing documents or researching.

Take a break. Your eyes are turning red.""If you're tired, you can rest first." Justin lowered his eyes, picked up the coffee cup, and took a sip.

lan sighed. "Actually, you can just assign me to this task. It would a better for ygu to spend more time.

With Young Madam. Why go to the trouble of traveling so far?""Christopher, that venomous snake, is cunning, calculative, and full of l.ne lies. But he said this medicine is a proprietary research patent of Meridan, only available to royalty and the highest nobility, which was the truth."

Justin leaned back tiredly, his neck stretching into a graceful line "Se cant take this lightly must go in person to have any chance of success."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1630-"Even a scumbag like Christopher was able to get it. Isn't it a sure thing for you?" lan was confident in his boss.

Justin frowned deeply, not commenting.

After arriving in Meridan, Justin wasted no time. He used all his connections and even personally met government officials in charge of the medical industry, but the response was always the same. They could not get it.

"Mr. Salvador, this special medication for treating cerebral thrombosis is produced in very limited quantities each year, and they are all tracked and recorded. I'm sorry for letting you leave with empty hands after traveling so far, but there's nothing I can do…"

After hanging up the phone, Justin gripped his phone tightly, almost crushing the screen.

"Fuck… We are restricted abroad!"

lan huffed indignantly, "Mr. Salvador, even your handsome face is useless here!"

Justin was speechless.

ripples, but his heart tightened. "Although Chairman Thompson's condition was temporarily stable that day, it was not optimistic. If we can't get the medicine soon, he'll definitely relapse, and it will become a ticking bomb. Another episode would be too much for KS and Bella. Grant is familiar with everything here and has close personal ties to the Reeds. He might have even deeper connections we don't know of. With his help, we might have a slim chance."

lan huffed. He was trying to stir trouble before. Haven't you noticed?

trouble before. Haven't you noticed?

If you go, pleading with Dimfnow, afen't you giving him leverage over you? Wouldn't he be even more smug?!"

At this moment, his face was indeed handsome, cold, and stern.

"Mr. Salvador, what should we do now?"

lan's brows furrowed as he was deep in thought. He suddenly yelled, "Oh, I have an idea!"

Justin's eyes lit up. "Tell me."

"Aren't you quite close with Young Madam's fourth brother, Drew FOURTH Brown? You are old pals and military buddies. He's a top-notch special agent with extraordinary skills. Why don't you ask him to sneak into the pharmaceutical research center and steal a set for you?"

As his words fell, lan looked smug, thinking he had come up with a brilliant idea.

'Oh, I'm a genius!' "You want my wife's brother to risk getting caught and executed to steal the medicine for me?"

Justin lowered his head, his eyes flashing with a cold glint. "Do you think he's Robin Hood?"

lan sweated. "No, that's not what I meant…"

"I'm doing this to help Bella, but instead, I'm dragging her family down and putting them in danger. Do you think I have no conscience or I'm just stupid?"

But truthfully speaking, if it were Drew… He might actually pull it off.

lan smiled dryly, sweat drenching his back. "No, Mr. Salvador… I don't mean it like that… Just forget I said anything."

The plane fell into silence.

After a while, Justin took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision.

Justin shook his head slightly. "It doesn't matter. Now, there's nothing else more important than saving Bella's father."

"There's only one way left."

lan observed his expression and was suddenly shocked. "You want to ask Mr.

Grant for help?!"

Justin's eyes were calm without

After that, Justin dialed Grant's number