The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

A comforting and cozy air welcomed Justin home. It was a stark contrast from the chilly outdoors, hitting Justin on a deep level.
He stared blankly at the scene before him, his heart pounding even harder.
The living room was bustling with activity. Amelia and Roza, who had not seen each other for a long time, were chatting happily
on the sofa. Arnold, who had studied abroad, was now home, sitting on the sofa, chatting happily while placing chopped
vegetables on the skewers.
It was a joyful sight.
Meanwhile, Asher, who had not showcased his skills in the kitchen for a long time, was deftly cooking while Ralph helped to
prepare the secret BBQ sauce.
Axel and Steven were at the table, preparing the meat skewers, while stealing glances at their crushes in the living room. Their
eyes were watching the girls like hawks.
It was understandable for Steven to be worried about his girlfriend, but Axel's eyes remained fixed on Roza, who was sitting
closely with Arnold and talking enthusiastically. Axel took a deep breath, wondering why he felt upset.
"Dr. Larson, your skewers look so beautiful. You're really skilled with your hands!" Amelia said as she saw how skillfully he
threaded the ingredients together. Each color complemented the others perfectly, creating a beautiful and harmonious display, as
if they were produced in a factory. She could not stop admiring Arnold's work.
"Really? They're just normal skewers," Arnold said as he hummed a tune casually, glancing at the plate absentmindedly.
He thought, 'Huh. Compared to the skewers threaded by them, my skewers are indeed exquisite.'
"Look at how I threaded them, all crooked like chicken claws." Roza pouted with frustration.
Despite being an internationally renowned designer, her hands seemed to lack any talent for culinary arts, as if she had been
deprived of that skill.
It seemed like God was fair after all.
Yet, when it came to her master, Bella, it was like God clearly chose a favorite.

"It's actually quite simple. Let me teach you. Look, like this, and like this." Arnold leaned in closer, sitting closely next to Roza and
Amelia, their heads almost touching.
The girls followed what he said carefully without realizing that two human surveillance cameras were watching closely nearby.
"Hey, why is our cousin always so smooth with the ladies, like a Casanova?" Ralph asked Asher while they were prepping and
chatting. "We're swamped here, but he's out on the balcony chilling by the fire. How can he just lounge on the sofa, talking to
those girls? Why isn't he feeling self-conscious at all?"
Asher raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly stopped stirring. "Ralph, why don't you say something to him?"
After a pause, Asher lowered his thick eyelashes and said, "The kitchen is all messy and dirty, but he's such a clean freak. That's
why I didn't call him over."
Ralph was a straight man and couldn't understand the hidden meaning behind his words, and he just stood there dumbfounded.
"Huh...?"
"Arnold isn't even part of our Thompson family. He's a guest invited by Bella. It's good enough that he's here. Don't expect too
much from him." Asher realized his slip
Ch the tongue and quickly
changed the subject, his cheeks
slightly flushed.
Crack--!
Steven accidentally broke a bamboo skewer while watching Amelia and Arnold get closer to each other.
"Ouch... That hurts!" Axel was also distracted and accidentally pricked his finger with a skewer.
"You guys." Asher appeared to have a sixth sense, coolly speaking to the two guys who were feeling jealous "If you're so worked
up, head out to the balcony and help Drew light the fire. Some cool air will definitely calm you down."
Asher thought to himself, 'These two fools. I'm not even jealous, yet they're getting so agitated.'

Everyone was busy with their own things, happily enjoying themselves, so no one noticed that Justin and lan were standing in
the hallway.
"Mr. Salvador... Did we come to the wrong place?" lan was dumbfounded, thinking he had traveled back to the Thompson
family's residence in Hatchbay.
"Huh? Young Master, you're back!" Wilma stood behind him, holding shopping bags, gently nudging him. "Why are you standing
here like a fool? Don't you recognize your own home?"
Justin looked at Wilma with a dazed expression, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Wilma, they..."
"Oh, Young Madam invited some guests over." Wilma chuckled enthusiastically. "She specially hosted this party for you, Young
Master. Right after you left, she was on the phone, making arrangements and getting everything ready She was always busy
preparing the ingredients and the food. We didn't expect many people to come on such short notice, but everyone arrived right
on time!"
"For me...?" Justin's eyes welled up with emotion, his throat tightening.
"If not for you, who else would she do it for? She mentioned the upcoming Shannon case trial and how you've been feeling low
lately, so she organized this barbeque to help lift your spirits."
With a nudge to his arm, Wilma winked and continued, "When you go back to your room tonight, make sure to thank Ms. Bella
properly. You know what to do, right? You don't need an old lady like me to teach you, do you?"
Just then, the hostess, Bella, descended the stairs with a radiant smile on her face. Behind her was a delicate young girl wearing
an exquisite crystal hairpin and a flowing blue haute couture dress.
lan's eyes narrowed, and he rubbed them quickly. The stunningly beautiful fairy-like girl was none other than Rachel Mead.
lan's lips quivered, and he fought back tears as he saw the stunning Rachel in the hallway.