The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Iverson, this is the Marco Polo airlifted over here this morning. Please have a taste if it suits your palate."
The woman's thin hands moved expertly and elegantly over the tea tray. Her skilled way of making tea was a pleasure to watch.
Soon, a new cup of tea was gently placed before Christopher.
The aromatic steam wafted upward. Through the mist, the woman named Clarice had a beautiful and aloof face. The
contradicting characteristics blended seamlessly in her, and her fair skin was flawless, like fine porcelain.
Everyone around this man behind the scenes was outstanding, all carefully nurtured.
Those problematic ones who were not up to par had long disappeared from the world without a trace.
"Thank you, Ms. Amaryllis." Christopher held the teacup. His complicated gaze still had not shifted away from Clarice's face.
Her temperament was similar to someone whom he loved and cherished dearly in his heart...
"Mr. Iverson, why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?" Clarice asked with a faint smile.
"No. Apologies for my rude behavior." Christopher's pupils contracted, and he quickly retracted his gaze.
The man chuckled behind the curtains. "Clarice, you're too beautiful. Humans are attracted to beautiful things. Mr. Iverson, how
does my Clarice compare to your Bella?"
Christopher's heart tightened, and he answered carefully, "Sorry, sir. Although Ms. Amaryllis is great, Bella is the love of my life.
She is the most beautiful woman in my heart, and nobody could replace her."
The man smiled faintly as he took a sip of tea. "What a romantic. But Mr. Iverson, you must have heard the saying that love
breeds hatred."
"Let her hate me. I've already admitted defeat to her in this life." Christopher could not help but smile bitterly, thinking about the
intense confrontation that day on the plane, his heart still aching.
"Haha... Mr. Iverson, you'd better avoid saying such inauspicious words in case they come true. If you were really destroyed at
her hands, I'm not sure if she'd be upset, but Sir definitely will. Losing you is like losing an arm. How will we continue our
business in Sentania? Finding another excellent man like you to take the lead is not easy."

Clarice smiled sweetly, a dark glint flashing across her eyes. "Ms. Thompson is not only a warrior among women but also an
unattainable flower that makes net like you and Mr. Salvador bow down to her. This makes me much more excited to meet Ms.
Thompson. I can't wait to meet the woman of Mr. Iverson's dreams again."
Christopher paused as he raised his teacup to his lips, glancing at Clarice suspiciously.
Again?
Could Clarice have met Bella before?
How was that possible?
Ever since he knew this woman, she had stayed by Sir's side. She had never been to Savrow, let alone had any interactions with
Bella. Clarice stood up and returned to the man's side, moving behind him and gently massaging his shoulders.
"Sir, when do you plan to return to Savrow?"