The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Gregory's tight security measures were merely his intention to contest with Justin secretly.

Instead of father and son, Gregory and Justin were more like mortal enemies.

"Bella, what do you want to do?" Justin asked softly.

"I want to draw Bethany's blood and do a DNA test."

Justin and lan were stunned.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"I'd like to see if a degenerate like Bethany is really a Salvador. I'm just too curious."

Over the past few days, Bella gave it some thought and felt that it was weird. She compared photos of Gregory and Bethany but failed to see the resemblance between them. Even Carrie had some similar features to Gregory.

The weirdest part was that Bethany did not look like Shannon either.

It was not scientific.

"It's fine if we can't get close to her at the moment."

Bella smiled coldly. "She would have to go to the hospital for a check-up sooner or later. When she's overseas, it'll be a piece of cake for us to get her blood sample."

"Bella, you seem quite sure." Justin sensed that things were not as simple as he thought from the woman's cunning, fox-like eyes.

"During high-risk sexual activities, HIV has an 80% transmission rate. Now, we'll see if Bethany falls into that lucky 20%."

Bella crossed her arms, her clear voice carrying a hint of coldness. "Besides, I've seen the medical report of the man she last fucked around with. He has AIDS. Bethany's trip to the hospital is guaranteed.” The room suddenly fell silent.

Justin's eyes widened, his thin lips parted, and he was at a loss for words for a long time.

His lover was an angel when she was kind, but even the devil had to avoid her when she was evil.

lan fell silent on the other end of the phone, muttering a silent prayer for his boss. 'Mr. Salvador, please don't make Ms. Thompson angry, ever!'

Bella had already eaten, but Justin was still starving after busying

around for a day. So, she went to the kitchen and cooked him a bowl of delicious noodles with two side dishes, showing great

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thoughtfulness.

Justin held the bowl and slurped the noodles while munching on the cucumber side dish loudly, apparently enjoying his food.

"It's crisp and tasty. Where did you buy it?" He only remembered to maintain his image as the president of a corporation after finishing his meal. He quickly straightened kis back and took a napkin to wipe his mouth gracefully.

"I made it myself." Bella poured him a glass of water.

Justin's eyes widened slightly, and he grabbed her hand. "You made it?!"

"During the stay at Grandpa Nigel's

house, I had nothing to do while accompanying Carrie, so I asked Uncle Matt to buy some ingredients. I pickled these cucumbers and put them in the refrigerator."

Bella smiled softly. "Don't think that I made them for you. It's for Grandpa Nigel. He loves pickles and can't enjoy a meal without them."

Justin felt a surge of warmth in his heart, holding her waist and lifting her onto his lap. His throat bobbed. "Whose wife is so kind and considerate?" "Yeah, whose?"

Bella acted dumb, scratching his chin with her fingertips, and stared at her reflection in his stunning eyes.

"Mine... Mine. Mine."

Justin's murmurs tugged at her heart. He leaned closer to her neck, warm lips brushing past her skin, sending shivers through her. Her goosebumps rose on her skin, and she looked cute and alluring. "Is something on your mind?" Bella gently touched his brows.