The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"No, we can't alarm Christopher!" Bella firmly pressed down on Justin's shoulder, her delicate brows furrowed. "Who do you think will be in danger if we involve him in this?" Justin's eyes widened slightly, "Yvonne."

"Previously, Yvonne helped Drew escape from Pivotage and provided us with crucial information that led to James' downfall. Now, she's risking her life to reveal Carrie's location. It's clear she has switched sides and is our ally! If we confront Christopher now, we'll put Yvonne in grave danger. Given Christopher's ruthless nature, he'll kill her in a fit of rage.

Justin felt a sharp pain in his chest. His heart was heavy with suppressed emotions.

He wrapped his arm around Bella's waist, pulling her close, his low and hoarse voice whispering near her ear, "Bella, you're too kind. You never want to betray or harm anyone who has helped you before."

"I believe that anyone with a shred of conscience cannot tolerate Christopher's action and only serves him because they have no choice." Bella felt her heart aching, but her gaze was resolute. "As long as she holds on to that bit of light, I'm willing to be her beacon."

Under the influence of the drug, Carrie's head remained heavy. Jason's slap had left her porcelain-like cheeks swollen. Jason and the man in the blue suit dragged her out of the bedroom and tossed her to the ground without a shred of care.

Carrie's frail body hit the floor hard, her delicate spine curling in pain, and her long lashes glistening with tears.

Even in such a pitiful state, disheveled and lying on the ground, Carrie retained a hauntingly fragile beauty, like a shattered jade.

The two men watching could not take their eyes off her, their Adam's apples bobbing.

Noticing the evident arousal, the woman in the red dress sneered with disdain and jealousy. "Back in school, you all couldn't stand Carrie. Now, have your tastes changed?"

"She hadn't blossomed back then.

Who knew she'd turn out this stunning? Who wouldn't get mesmerized by her?" A man in a white leisure suit said this while laughing wickedly.

"No wonder there are rumors that Ryan settled down after keeping this beauty. If had such a gem at home, I wouldnt be interested in looking for more either. Besides, Carrie is simple-minded. A naive woman is always easier to control," another man remarked.

The woman in the red dress shot him a cold look. "Oh, it seems like you're already planning the kids' names, huh? Why don't you marry her then, Mr. Wales?"

Ivan Wales quickly backed off. "No, no. If my dad found out I married a mentally ill woman, he'd beat me to death!"

Carrie half-closed her swollen eyelids, her complexion paler than snow. She looked as if she were on the verge of breaking.

In a daze, she saw a pair of figures approaching her.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Just then, a voice, dripping with a playful tone, drifted into her ears from above.

"Carrie, look up and see who's here to see you."

It was Zoe's voice.

Barely clinging to consciousness, Carrie struggled to lift her eyelids.

The next moment, her bloodshot eyes widened gradually. As if a sharp needle had pierced her throat, a choked cry forced its way out. "Be...tha...ny..."

"Tsk, how rude. Not even a 'sister'.”

Bethany looked down at Carrie coldly, giving her a disdainful kick.

"Do you know how difficult it was for

us sisters to meet again? Do you know how much effort it took for your dear sister to return to Savrow? Do you know how miserable. was abroad these past few days? Tonight is a rare opportunity for us to get together. We need to catch up properly and settle some old scores."