Ch. 2001..2010

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2001-Arnold blinked. His sensitive nature and closeness to Asher allowed him to notice the daze in his lover's eyes. "You look dazed. Are you feeling unwell?"

Asher's heart sank, and his voice was hoarse. "No, I'm fine."

"Arnold, I have something important to discuss with you." Bella quickly redirected his attention, pulling him toward the living room. "Ash, why are you standing there? Go get Arnold some breakfast!"

"Alright." Asher turned and left without hesitation.

Arnold looked back at him every few steps, feeling something was off, but he was unable to pinpoint it.

In the living room, Bella quickly placed the medicine she brought on the coffee table. "Arnold, could you help me analyze the ingredients of this medication? You are more skilled in this area, and you have all the necessary equipment."

"What is this?" Arnold frowned, examining the blue pill.

"Recently, there have been several sudden death cases in Savrow where the victims exhibited symptoms similar to drug overdoses. However, autopsies revealed no traces of drugs. These victims experienced convulsions, frantic movements, and madness before death, making their deaths extremely horrifying. After investigation, we found that all the victims had taken this medication before dying. This matter is serious and involves Aunt Sasha's family, the Southern Star Syndicate. So, please, Arnold, try to find out what harmful substances are in this medication."

Hearing that it involved the Southern Star Syndicate, Arnold immediately became serious. "Mr. Storm from the Southern Star Syndicate helped me before, and Aunt Sasha has been concerned about my affairs. I will definitely handle this."

Bella's eyes welled up with tears, and her lips pressed together. 'Arnold is such a good man. Ash should never hurt or deceive him. If he did, I'll never forgive him!'

"Don't worry. I will get back to you as soon as possible," Arnold assured.

Bella nodded and stood up. "I won't disturb you two lovebirds any longer. I'll head back now."

“Bella, what was up with Asher earlier? He seemed upset." Arnold called after her, his clear eyes filled with worry. He cared deeply for Asher his heart and mind were consumed by him. Just as Justin could read Bella's emotions, Arnold could see through Asher's facade.

Bella stared at Arnold, her heart aching. The little fox loved her brother dearly. He deserved the purest and most sincere love in the world, but unfortunately...

"Nothing, maybe Ash is just tired and has not recovered yet. Haha... after all, he is getting older."

"Ah... yes," Arnold said, feeling guilty. "I was too selfish, pestering him all night last night. Next time, I will behave."

"You and Ash have such a good

relationship." Bella remarked, though her breathing grew heavier. "In ten or twenty years, if you find out that my brother is not what you thought and that he has many flaws, some even challenging your perception, would you resent him?"

"Haha... I would never resent him. I am more afraid he will resent me.” Arnold took a bite of an apple from the fruit basket, squinting his eyes. "When we were in the US, I once ran into an ex-boyfriend. That guy still had feelings for me and said many inappropriate things, he even tried to hip Asher. Asher punched him so hard that he knocked out two of his front teeth! It was so satisfying to be protected!"

Bella was rendered speechless.

"After we got back, I did not dare to say anything, afraid he would be angry. But then..." He trailed off, his face flushing.

"Back then, I was such a mess, yet Asher accepted me. How could I have the right to resent him? Bella, it was Asher who took me in, who gave me the love I had been desperately searching for but could not find."

Arnold's eyes burned with passion. "I will never give up on him, not even in death."

At that moment, just a wall away, Asher stood in the empty hallway, his hands trembling as he held the breakfast tray, having heard everything.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2002-Recently, Yvonne had been working even harder at Pivotage to please Christopher. However, in secret, she never stopped gathering evidence of his crimes. Despite the difficulties and the ever-present risk of death, she was determined to walk this path.

Today was Yvonne's monthly volunteer day at the orphanage. She woke up early, washed up, put on her volunteer uniform, and grabbed the gifts she had prepared for the children before hurrying out.

"Ms. Smith! You are here so early!"

"Good morning, Ms. Smith!"

"How have you been, Ms. Smith?"

The teachers and volunteers greeted Yvonne warmly. Here, she was the beloved center of attention. Yvonne responded to everyone's greetings and handed out the snacks she had made.

"Wow! Ms. Smith, you made these pineapple pies again! We love them so much!"

A young caretaker could not resist and took a bite, a look of bliss spreading across her face. "Ms. Smith, it's a pity you can only come once a month. If you could come every week, or even every day, we would be so lucky!"

Yvonne smiled gently but felt a pang in her heart. She wished she could come more often, but she couldn't. Her life was uncertain and unstable. If she suddenly stopped coming, it would be less painful for them if her visits were infrequent and detached.

"Ms. Smith, it's about time. The children are waiting for you." A teacher hurried over to remind her.

"Alright, I'm coming."

…

This classroom was quieter than the others. Yvonne wrote on the blackboard with delicate, elegant handwriting, mirroring her own refined demeanor. The children diligently copied her words, the sound of pencils scratching on paper creating a peaceful atmosphere.

At that moment, a tall figure appeared silently at the back door of the classroom. Drew lazily leaned against the door frame.

Yvonne turned around, her slender, fair hands moving gracefully in the air as she made a sign. Drew's pupils contracted, and his heartbeat quickened. He realized then that the children in this class were all deaf.

The children responded to her in sign language, yet their communication was seamless and smooth.

Drew stared intently at Yvonne, who el wore a simple work outfit and had her hair tied in a casual ponytail. Today, she looked different-no meticulously done makeup or glamorous red lips, just a fresh, clean face with natural beauty, looking nothing like Bella, Engrossed in her teaching, Yvonne did not notice Drew standing outside for a long time.

"Hey, sir, how did you get in here?" A teacher ran over, surprised.

"Huh?" Drew narrowed his dark eyes. "I walked in."

"Who are you looking for? Outsiders can't just come in here. Please leave."

Their conversation was loud enough to catch Yvonne's attention. Seeing the familiar figure that made her heart race, Yvonne hurriedly rushed to the door. "Oh! This is… This is my friend!"

Drew stood with his hands in his pockets, glancing sideways at her.

Yvonne was blushing nervously, with a slightly breathless face, looking like a shy young girl. His eyes could not help but darken.

“Oh, Ms. Smith, he's your friend? Alright, then. You two go ahead." The teacher walked away, smiling knowingly.

In the quiet corridor, Yvonne and Drew stood with a ray of warm sunlight between them, gazing at each other. As he walked toward et her, the sunlight highlighted his handsome features, and the breeze tousled his hair, making him look charming. He stopped in front of her, their proximity almost unbearable. Drew's charming lips curled teasingly. "Thank you for helping me out, Ms. Smith.” "Why… Why are you here?" Yvonne pressed her back against the wall, her heart racing uncontrollably. She tried to calm herself, as if afraid he could hear it.

"Why do you think?" Drew leaned against the wall beside her head, his handsome, roguish face moving closer and his intense presence overwhelming her.

"Stop fooling around… I need to get met back to my class. Let me go.” Yvonne's face flushed under his burning gaze, her body trembling lightly dt felt like a sparkling stone had been thrown into her calm heart, creating ripples. Drew raised an eyebrow, his lips brushing against her flushed ear. "Then kiss me. Kiss me, and I'll let you go."

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2003-"You…!" Yvonne glared at him, her eyes glistening with tears of embarrassment.

Drew smirked mischievously, tapping his lips with his fingertip. Suddenly, his expression hardened as he turned his head abruptly.

The front and back doors of the classroom were filled with children, their little heads stacked against one another as they eagerly watched the adults. It was amusing, but since they could not speak, they could only observe silently.

"You pervert!" Yvonne's face turned crimson, and she pushed him away forcefully, quickly slipping past him and shooing the children back into the classroom.

Her exclamation sounded more like playful banter to Drew, who found it rather delightful. His smile broadened.

After calming the children, Yvonne returned to the podium. To her dismay, Drew had shamelessly dragged a chair to the back of the classroom and was sitting there, arms folded on the desk, blinking his bright eyes at her like an obedient student.

Yvonne's heart raced under his gaze. She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and finished her lesson.

After class, the children happily left with the little gifts Yvonne had given them. Drew, however, remained seated, resting his chin on his hand and smiling at her.

Yvonne pressed her lips together, holding back her irritation, as she walked over to him. Before she could say anything, Drew extended his long hand with his palm open and looked at her expectantly. "Ms. Smith, where's mine?"

"You don't get one." Yvonne's long eyelashes fluttered.

"Really? Ms. Smith, that's not fair." Drew's face fell, looking almost comically disappointed.

Yvonne's heart pounded as she bit her lip and slowly pulled a small plush rabbit keychain from her pocket. "You got lucky… This is the last one."

Drew looked at the little rabbit and then at her. Somehow, he thought that they looked alike.

When he did not take it, Yvonne hesitated, feeling embarrassed. "Well, I guess Young Master Drew has seen better things. Why would you care about this…"

Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. Yvonne's fingertips grew sweaty, and her ears turned red as she watched him carefully extract the little rabbit from ber hand. "Of Setcare. You saved it for tucked it into his chest et it protectively. "Thank you, Smith." to "I have work to do, so I can't stay with you. You should leave," Yvonne said, lowering her eyes and turning to go.

"Ms. Smith," Drew called, smiling. "Your sign language is impressive. Could you teach me something? Just one sentence."

Yvonne took a deep breath, then turned to face him. She looked into his bright, star-like eyes, her expression becoming serious.

Drew watched as she raised her hand, pointed to her chest with her left hand, then lifted her left thumb. She touched the back of her thumb with her right finger and finally pointed at him.The simplicity of her movements entranced him. Despite the lack of sound, it felt like the most beautiful language in the world. "That's it," Yvonne said, lowering her hand.

"That's it? So short?"

"If it were longer, you wouldn't remember. Let's take it step by step."

"What does it mean?" Drew asked, puzzled.

"I'm not telling you." Yvonne quickly walked to the classroom door.

"Hey, hey, you didn't teach me something rude, did you?" Drew called after her, but Yvonne had already disappeared.

He sat there for a while, then carefully took the little rabbit from his pocket, gently stroking it with a look of pure joy.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2004- Though Yvonne tried to send Drew away quickly, this man was tenacious and persistent, shamelessly hanging around.

However, he did not disturb her. Instead, he stood silently at a distance. He watched Yvonne cook with the cafeteria ladies, her slender frame effortlessly stirring a large black pot. She picked, washed, and chopped vegetables with practiced ease, without a hint of pretense, as if she had done this her entire life.

Drew crossed his arms, growing more captivated by the sight. Yvonne, busy and sweating, had a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, looking a bit disheveled. To him, she appeared absolutely stunning in this moment.

Usually, when they met, she resembled a flawless, exquisite artwork, captivating men's eyes and hearts. But this time, she was even more beautiful because she seemed more alive and real.

When the orphanage began serving food, as Yvonne's "friend", Drew was lucky enough to join the children for a meal. Yvonne and two other teachers stood in a line, serving food to the children one by one.

"Thank you, Ms. Smith!" The children's clear voices and beaming smiles were heartwarming. Yvonne responded warmly, her hands constantly busy.

After some time, she paused and raised her eyes in surprise. Drew stood there with a tray, his gaze intense as he met her astonished look. He smiled brightly. "Ms. Smith, I can eat a lot. Fill it up, please."

Yvonne's heart fluttered as she bit her lip, feeling unsure of herself. The other teachers exchanged knowing smiles at the sight of her flushed cheeks. "Finish your meal and leave quickly," Yvonne whispered, her voice barely audible to anyone but them. Yet she still filled his plate generously.

"With this much food, I'll be here for quite a while. Besides…" Drew leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. "It's rare to see you. How could I leave without looking at you a few more times?"

His flirtatious words always made Yvonne's heart skip a beat. But she forced herself to stay clear-headed and to not desire him or fall deeper for him. Because it was impossible, because she was undeserving, because there was no future for them…She was just an orphan kept by Christopher, used and abused by countless men. Not to mention, this beautiful face made her feel deeply insecure.

Yvonne could not believe that Drew would genuinely care for a pathetic and cheap plaything like her who wore his sister's face.

…

In the afternoon, some children were in class while others took naps. Yvonne sat on a small stool in the washroom, her slender hands soaking in warm water as she washed the children's clothes.

"Why not use a washing machine? This is so tiring," Drew said, standing in front of her.

She looked up at him, her clear face et shining, then lowered her head, continuing her work. "Children's clothes get very dirty. Washing machines can't clean them properly. The children here have no family to take care of them, and the teachers can't manage everything. help with. what I can. You lived a life of luxury, so you wouldn't understand." "Why wouldn't understand? I used to hand-wash my sister's clothes and underwear when she was a child," Drew said, pulling a small stool to sit opposite her. He took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing strong, veiny forearms.net “You washed them yourself? You must have had many helpers…” Yvonne's almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief.

"My sister is my responsibility. No one else is allowed to touch her things!" Drew said it proudly, as if it were a matter of great pride.

He skillfully picked up a wet garment and started scrubbing. The sight of a dignified special agent doing common household chores with such dedication was unexpectedly endearing.

 

 

 

 

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2005-Yvonne's voice was faint. "What a pervert."

Drew's handsome face darkened. "It's called being a doting brother! You wouldn't understand!"

It was not just about that. Their mother had summoned her four sons to her side before she passed away, repeatedly urging them to take care of their sister with all their heart and strength.

"Don't cry, babies… Don't think that Mommy is gone forever… I will always be watching over you from the sky."

As his thoughts drifted, Drew felt a lump in his throat, his eyes silently reddening.

"How wonderful," Yvonne murmured, staring at her reflection in the water, which closely resembled Bella. She quickly covered the image with clothes. "Ms. Bella is truly a fortunate girl."

'Same face, different fates,' Yvonne thought to herself.

Bella was a pampered rose, while Yvonne was just an empty shell, a puppet at the mercy of others. To think that Christopher fantasized about using her as a substitute… What a madman with a wild imagination!

"Ms. Smith, what about you? Where's your family?" Drew asked nonchalantly while scrubbing clothes. "After all these years with Christopher, didn't your family ever care about what kind of life you were living?"

"I'm an orphan. I grew up in an orphanage without parents. Even this name was given to me by Mr. Iverson." Yvonne's voice was calm, and her eyes were devoid of emotion.

Drew's smile was faint. "No wonder you volunteer here. Is it to relive childhood memories?"

"Relive what?" Yvonne also smiled, her tone dismissive. "Relive how I was beaten, scolded, and starved for three days and nights?"

Drew's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up in shock, gazing deeply at her.

"Not all orphanages are a child's salvation. Some are like a living hell," Yvonne said, her hands red from scrubbing. Her voice was as soft as a feather. "In a way, I have to thank Mr. Iverson. If he hadn't rescued me that cold and hungry night, would have died on the streets. He took me in, and that's why I'm alive today."

But she did not tell him that Christopher had led her into a hell far worse than being beaten, scolded, or starved-a place of blood and terror.

"For a woman, your mental resilience is truly impressive." Drew et tried to sound nonchalant as he wrung out a piece of clothing. "If it were me, such a psychological trauma might keep me from ever setting foot here again." "Because I've been through the rain, I want to hold an umbrella for others. Having suffered in a place like this, I don't want the children here to go through what I did. Seeing their happy faces makes me truly content."

Yvonne's smile was as warm as the sun, and her words came from the heart.

Drew's thin lips formed a line, moved by her sincerity. He knew that she was not only helping the children but also trying to heal her own scarred childhood.

A teacher called out from the doorway, "Ms. Smith, could you come here for a moment?"

“I'm coming,” Yvonne replied quickly, standing up and drying her hands with her coat before hurrying away.

At that moment, Drew heard a soft clink. A silver object glinted in the afternoon sunlight. Drew approached, bent down, and picked up the pendant Yvonne had dropped.

In the sunlight, he narrowed his dark n eyes and examined the item closely. With a soft click, the round pendant opened, revealing a picture of a young girl. Her face was unfamiliar, innocent, and delicate, silently tugging at his heartstrings.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2006-Yvonne returned to the utility room. As soon as she stepped through the door, she felt someone grab her arm.

Suddenly, a warm, muscular body pressed against her. Yvonne trembled as they locked eyes. She was immediately captivated by the man's sharp gaze.

She had always lived in darkness, but she felt like his eyes were a ray of sunlight.

"Ms. Smith, did you forget something when you left earlier?" Drew teased.

"What…" Yvonne clung to the wall, her chest heaving.

Drew smirked, his nose brushed against hers, gentle and playful. He whispered, "You forgot to take my heart."

Yvonne's expression cleared, and she burst into laughter.

"Tsk, what's so funny?" Drew raised an eyebrow.

"Young Master Drew, you've never had a serious girlfriend before, am I right? Most girls wouldn't be able to stand such a corny joke." Yvonne covered her mouth and giggled uncontrollably.

He pouted and clicked his tongue. "It's so romantic!"

“A funny pickup line is just a joke.” Before Yvonne could finish speaking, she saw her silver necklace being dangled in front of her.

"My necklace! Give it back to me!" Yvonne touched her neck in panic. She did not realize it had fallen off.

She reached out to grab it, but Drew held it high out of her reach. She stood on her tiptoes, desperate to reach it.

"The pretty girl in the locket… Who is she?"

"Just a friend!"

Yvonne flushed red, jumping for the necklace.

"Do you have friends? Even if you wanted to, would Mr. Iverson allow that?" Drew replied skeptically.

"My sister. That's my sister!" Yvonne's voice hitched, embarrassed to have been caught in a lie.

"You just told me earlier that you're an orphan. How would you have a sister?" Drew's expression darkened. His grip tightened around the locket. "If you won't tell the truth, Ms. Smith, I'll just have to keep this and return it next time we meet." Yvonne was on the verge of tears and desperately blurted out. "It's me!” Drew stared at her, his gaze intense and heavy.

"The person in the photo is me. It's a photo from when I was 20 years old, before I became Bella. It's the only photo I have left of myself."

Yvonne's heart weighed heavily, and her throat choked up as she tried to speak. "After my plastic surgery, Mr. Iverson destroyed all my old photos. I managed to secretly keep this one… That's all I have left. If I lose it, I'm afraid I'll forget my own appearance one day. If that happens, no one will remember that Yvonne ever existed in this world. I would be no different from a walking corpse." She played the role of Bella by Christopher's side and followed all the rules. Yet she yearned every day to be herself again.

"So… please, give it back to me." As she spoke, silent tears traced a path down her face, falling heavy on Drew's heart.

He gently took her hand and placed the locket in her palm.

By the time they left the orphanage, night had fallen. Drew hadn't expected Yvonne to stay there the e entire day. She, in turn, hadn't expected him to accompany her all day."I'm going to head back now. Goodbye."

"Yvonne."

She turned around slowly, and her eyes widened in surprise.

A small cluster of flowers shone brilliantly from a sparkler lit in Drew's hand. The sparks danced like fairies in the night.

He smiled back at her as he traced beautiful patterns into the air.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2007-Yvonne stared back at him, speechless, tears gathering in her eyes. She clenched her fists tightly as she struggled to contain herself. “Come on, let's play together." Drew sauntered up to her, handing her a sparkler. His eyes shone brighter than all the stars.

Yvonne took it, her hands trembling.

The orphanage was in a remote location, and it was not likely he had purchased something so romantic from somewhere nearby. He must have prepared this in advance.

With a hiss, the sparkler in her hand lit up, and its light flickered across her delicate face. She could not help but smile, looking more and more like the girl in the photograph.

"Last time, there was a fireworks show that stunned the whole city. Did you like it?" Drew suddenly asked, glancing at her.

Yvonne stared into her sparkler, her voice soft. "Yes."

"Even if you enjoyed it, it doesn't matter now. I'm not as rich as Ryan, so I can't afford to spend millions on a grand romantic gesture."Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Yvonne offered him a faint smile, long used to his blunt way of speaking. "No, this is great."

Yvonne's gentle smile outshone any fireworks. “As long as it belongs to me, it is the best in the world."

She had never had anything to call her own before. Even a little sweetness was cherished as a precious treasure.

When the last sparkler was about to fizzle out, Drew turned his head, whispering in her ear with unprecedented tenderness. "You are not the only one who remembers what you really look like now."

Yvonne's eyelashes were heavy with tears as she abruptly turned to face him.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his large hand cupped the back of her neck, as he gently brought their foreheads together. "I will remember for you too."

As she met his eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her heart pounded in her chest.

The sparkler went out, but the fire in their eyes burned on.

Suddenly, Yvonne's phone rang, breaking the intimate atmosphere.

She quickly cleared her throat in embarrassment, pulling away from Drew and turning to take out her phone.

Taylor's name on the screen shattered the fantasy and brought her back to her cruel reality.

"Hello," Yvonne answered, her voice hoarse.

"Ms. Smith, Mr. Iverson wants you to entertain two guests from Terranova tonight." Taylor's tone was strictly business.

All the warmth drained from Yvonne's body, and a chill ran down her spine.

She quickly moved toward her car, afraid Drew would catch even half a word.

"What kind of guests? Officials? Or business partners?"

"Mr. Iverson only wants you to keep them happy. You don't need to know more than that."

Yvonne's heart clenched. She knew Christopher had his guard up around her, not even willing to tell her the guests' information.

Taylor sensed her wariness, and after a brief silence, he continued, "They are Mr. Iverson's business partners. This deal is very important to him, as he plans to enter the Terranova market. So, Ms. Smith, please put in extra effort. You have already displeased Mr. Iverson multiple times. Why not use this opportunity to regain his favor? Your future will be better if you cooperate." He sounded genuine for once.

"Alright, I will return to the headquarters to prepare," Yvonne replied coldly. "The guests are not there."

Yvonne swallowed. All these years, she has always entertained guests at the headquarters and never once left. Christopher has never allowed her to leave. But this time, the rules changed.Taylor said, "The exact address will be sent to you shortly."

Then the call ended abruptly. Yvonne stared blankly at the black screen, a wave of dizziness hitting her.

She could hear Drew's footsteps approaching her. Not daring to look back, she scrambled into her ca. 40% and sped away, disappearing into the night.

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2008-At midnight, Yvonne sat in her car outside a suburban villa.

She had changed into a fiery red, skin-tight dress. Her long black hair was styled into a bun, adorned with a gold hairpin. She looked elegant and stunning, fitting the aesthetic Christopher required of her. However, what she was about to do was filthy to the core.

Her icy fingertips brushed the hem of her dress as she let out a bitter laugh. It was such a fine silk garment, so luxurious, only to be wasted on those beasts, along with her dignity.

Just as Yvonne was about to get out of the car, a video call came through on her phone. It was Oscar.

They only communicated through video calls and text messages in private, as these could not be monitored.

"Oscar." Yvonne forced a smile as she faced the screen.

“Ms. Smith… Are you going to…" Oscar's voice choked up when he saw her striking appearance. Being from the headquarters himself, he knew all too well what it meant when Yvonne was dressed like this.

"Why did you call? Is everything okay on your end?" Yvonne quickly changed the subject.

"I'm fine. But, Ms. Smith, the two people you are meeting tonight are not ordinary people!" Oscar's expression turned serious. "According to my investigations, these two are likely connected to the batch of products that Aaron bought! Getting close to them might give us more clues about those products. If we can get hold of it, we can greatly increase our chances of bringing down Christopher."

Upon hearing this, the dark clouds over Yvonne's heart cleared. Her dim eyes now shone with determination.

"I will do my best to extract valuable information. Oscar, thank you for telling me this!"

"Ms. Smith, please be careful!" Oscar's voice was laced with worry, a sense of unease gnawing at him. "It's strange that Christopher is sending you to a second location without letting Taylor accompany you. I'm afraid…” "That won't happen." Yvonne's voice was calm as she continued. "Christopher hasn't acted against me yet, which means he still finds me useful. I know him too well. He wouldn't discard anything or anyone until he squeezed out every bit of value. While he still sees me as necessary, he will definitely protect me."

This time, Yvonne was not the only entertainment. Four other girls from the headquarters were also there.

In the luxurious room, two guards stood in dark corners with guns, and the girls had no choice but to serve the two portly foreigners.

Yvonne sat at the edge of the sofa. Her eyes were bloodshot as she watched the debauchery with burning anger. Her chest heaved, but she was helpless to stop it.

If she intervened and ruined Christopher's grand plan, the girls' fate would be far worse.

The two men, with a girl in each lap, spoke openly in a foreign language.

"The products Mr. Iverson provided this time are extraordinary! He said we could sell it freely without fear of police inspections." "Oh? Why's that?"

Yvonne's ears pricked at the mention of the products, carefully eavesdropping. The brutes could never have imagined that one of the women present could speak heir language. "It's a hidden drug disguised as medicine. We can sell it legally as e medication.. With this, we can control both the underworld and the legitimate business of Terranova. I heard that this drug is not only highly addictive but also has genuine therapeutic effects. It's amazing!"

Yvonne's eyes widened in shock. 'A drug that could treat diseases was this medicine or poison?' Suddenly, she understood why Aaron, a respected member of a renowned pharmaceutical family, would risk everything to cooperate with Christopher.

If this drug could be disguised as medicine Christopher might use the Larson family as a front to legitimize the drug, thus controlling the Savrow pharmaceutical market. It was despicable! "Hahaha… Why don't we try it out tonight?" One of them suggested tossing a packet of blue pills onto the coffee table.

Yvonne stared at the blue pills, her heart clenching.

The men grabbed the girls' hair, forcing them to tilt their heads back, and tried to shove the blue pills down their throats. The girls struggled frantically. "No! Please, no!"

“Damn it! Eat it!” He slapped one of the girls hard, while the other man forcefully pried her mouth open.

At that moment, a slender hand grabbed the man's arm. They looked up to see Yvonne smiling, her eyes as cold as ice.

"Gentlemen, these girls are young and timid. Don't waste your time with them. It's just a few pills. I'll take them."

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2009-The girls stared in shock at Yvonne, who stood calmly before the two devils incarnate. She was as thin and frail as they were, yet at that moment, she cast a tall and unyielding shadow.

The two men exchanged glances, and one leered at her.

"Then you take two! Tell us how it feels after you swallow them."

They knew this woman was different from the other girls and that she was somehow important to Christopher, so they did not dare let her take too much.

Yvonne poured two blue pills into her palm and stared at them intently. After only a moment of hesitation, she swallowed the pills one by one, without water. With their eyes filled with tears, the girls watched with bated breath.

Within a minute, Yvonne felt a buzzing in her head, her heartbeat quickened, and her muscles spasmed uncontrollably.

"Ms. Smith! Ms. Smith!"

She heard the girls calling her name anxiously. But the next second, the world was spinning, and she fell backward, losing consciousness.

When Yvonne opened her eyes again, she found herself in a luxurious room. The style of the room told her she was still in the villa, in the middle of unknown dangers.

She sat up, relieved that her dress was still intact, indicating no foul play.

Her hand trembled as she brought her hand to her heart, still racing uncontrollably, her mind a foggy haze.

The drug's effect was strong. There was no euphoric sensation, only torment. She genuinely thought she was going to die earlier. What fresh horror was this?

Yvonne heard the shower running in the adjoining bathroom.

She knew what was going to happen next.

Tonight, she was destined to be a man's plaything. But even as a toy, she would exhaust every bit of her value.

Still thinking about the drug, she recalled that the men had more than just the two pills she swallowed.

She moved silently to the sofa and rummaged through the man's clothes. It wasn't long before she found more blue pills in his suit pocket. She clutched the pills tightly.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

A harsh voice came from behind her. Her heart pounded wildly as she turned around stiffly. The plump man glared at her, his body barely covered by a towel.

The shower was still running.

She had let her guard down and had not noticed he had finished.

"You filthy slut, how dare you go through my things?!" He advanced on her, grinding his teeth.

Her dress, clinging to her slender frame, was soaked with cold sweat. Her hands clenched into fists as she retreated slowly.

When she had entered the villa, they had searched her. She had no phone and no weapon. She thought quickly and pulled the hairpin from her bun, her long, dark hair cascading like fine silk. "Don't come any closer!"

She pointed the sharp hairpin at him. "Don't think I am at your mercy! I could kill you with this!"

The man laughed arrogantly and reached behind him. The next moment, the black muzzle of a gun was aimed between her eyes.

This man was a vicious drug dealer who had undoubtedly killed many people in the past and had countless enemies. Naturally, he even carried a weapon while showering. "Hand over what you took from me!" The man demanded, eyes blazing.

Yvonne clenched her jaw. She was cornered and desperate, but her eyes were resolute. "Don't ask me again. I won't give it to you!"

"Don't think I won't touch you just because you're Mr. Iverson's woman! The man sneered. "You're just a toy he gave me. If he truly cared about you, why would he let you sleep with other men? His words did not sting the way he intended. She was glad Christopher had never had feelings for her. This made her resolve to turn against him unshakable.

Faced with Yvonne's defiance, the man lost his patience. He released the safety on the gun and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gun dropped from his hand as he let out a scream, clenching his now-bleeding wrist.

A bullet had shot him through the window of the dim room. Yvonne's eyes widened, her heart pounding with renewed vigor. The glass shattered as a familiar figure crashed through the window, his eyes wild and his hair littered with broken shards.

"Who… Who are you?!" The man trembled as he glared at the man who strode toward him.

Yvonne's eyes were filled with tears as she recognized his unruly smile.

His black coat flapped in the wind as Drew nonchalantly brushed the glass from his hair.

“Me?” He glanced at Yvonne, his lips curving into a confident smile. “I'm her man.”

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2010-Yvonne stared at the man's confident smirk, her heart racing, thinking she must have heard wrongly.

For twenty-five years, she had been Christopher's accessory, just a tool for his convenience, with nothing to call her own. But now Drew had boldly claimed he was her man.

He was hers…

The man swore angrily and bent to grab the gun on the floor, but Drew was faster and shot him twice more, hitting his left shoulder and right leg. The man fell, howling and collapsing to his knees.

Yvonne immediately stepped forward, picking up the gun and aiming it at the man.

"Don't! Don't kill me!" He begged, realizing he was still only in a towel.

"Tell me! What exactly did Christopher sell you? Is it medicine or drugs?" Yvonne's eyes were full of fire, like those of a freed beast after years of hiding. "What other schemes are you involved in? Spill everything!"

Drew watched her silently, raising his eyebrows slightly.

For someone of his status, high-born socialites, officials, and even princesses were slated as his partners. But he was never interested.

He had no interest in noble backgrounds or even love. He wanted freedom and excitement.

Initially, he was drawn to Yvonne due to the adrenaline rush of their confrontations. But over time, he became addicted to this feeling, always itching to see her over and over again.

Tonight, that feeling only intensified. He could no longer bear to watch her flirt with other men.

Thus, despite the danger and trouble it would bring him, he had to come for her.

The man stammered, "He… He said it's a drug! A banned substance imported from abroad!"

"From where?" Drew asked.

"I… I don't know… I really don't know!"

Yvonne glared at him, pressing the gun hard against his forehead. "You won't cry until you see the coffin, will you?"

"It's true. I don't know! Christopher would never tell us distributors about the source. He keeps the big money for himself, and we only get a small share! But… But one time at the headquarters, he answered a call in a private room. I was drunk and didn't hear him clearly, but I vaguely heard something about drugs and experiments…"

"Experiments?" Yvonne and Drew both frowned.

"I don't know anything else. I really don't know anything else!"

"Drugs, experiments?" Drew's mind raced, recalling the terrifying man he saw on the car hood while taking Bella to the hospital. He suddenly understood and let out a cold laugh. "It looks like Christopher's business is not as simple as it seems. The drugs are just a cover."

Yvonne quickly pieced together the recent information she and Oscar had gathered. The outline of Christopher's vast conspiracy was finally forming in her mind.

At that moment, footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the room. It was likely that the guards were responding to the sound of gunshots.

The man's eyes darted around as he shouted. "Help! Someone's broken in! Help!"

Drew remained calm, but his eyes were stormy. As he prepared to fire, Yvonne shot first, a bullet piercing the man's forehead. There was no hesitation.

The man's mouth gaped, his face contorted in agony, and he fell back, dead.

Drew stared openly at Yvonne's face, his chest heaving with uncontrolled breaths.

"He couldn't give us any more useful information. His life was not worth saving," Drew said.

Yvonne was trembling, either from the first time she had killed a person or from the drug's side effects. When she spoke, her voice shook. “If this situation reaches Christopher, the consequences will be severe." "You're right. Christopher won't spare you either," Drew said in a gravelly voice.

Yvonne took a deep breath and shook her head. "I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the news leaking and Christopher finding out that someone has discovered his schemes. He will destroy owner.

evidence and clean him the Dis!

up. We finally got a lead, and we can't afford to tip him off." Drew's gaze intensified as he walked toward her.

Yvonne, alarmed, pushed against his chest. "Go! Leave quickly! I'll handle this. Go!"

"We'll leave together," Drew said decisively, showing no fear.

Yvonne shook her head vehemently as he grabbed the hand she had pressed against his chest.

"If I leave now, even if I survive, I would have no value. I want to live with purpose. Drew, you wouldn't understand."

'I wouldn't understand? How could I not understand? I'm the one who understood her most in this world!' Drew's eyes blazed with determination.

His lips parted to speak just as the door was smashed open.

When two guards rushed in, Drew and Yvonne both turned to the door, raising their guns.