The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Drew would find a way out, and he would also avenge his brother by crippling that son of a bitch, James.
He could not wait a minute longer!
Drew's hands were still in the pockets of his black trench coat as he sped toward the private room James was in. Suddenly, a
pair of fair hands grabbed his arms, yanking him into the darkness with force.
Drew's gaze darkened, and the muscles on his arms bulged, ready to strike.
The space was limited between the narrow storage racks, forcing them to press their bodies tightly together.
As their eyes met, Drew finally caught a clear look at Yvonne's face.
"You..."
"Shh!"
Yvonne's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, and she covered his mouth in a panic.
At the same time, a few steps away, a group of patrolling bodyguards just happened to walk past them.
Yvonne's hanging heart finally calmed down only after the sound of footsteps faded, and her trembling hand slowly lowered.
"Ms. Yvonne, what a coincidence."
Drew raised an eyebrow, curling his lips into a smirk, his warm breath brushing against her nose. "I didn't expect us to meet
again in such an exciting and unique way." Yvonne stared deeply at him, feeling dazed.
This man was too special.
How did he manage to remain so calm and composed no matter what dangerous situation he was in?
"Ms. Yvonne, do you like to play hide and seek?"
Drew propped his arm against the shelf, trapping Yvonne under him. He smiled casually. "As Pivotage's manager, you have quite
an exciting nightlife."

Yvonne's lashes fluttered. Seeing that her identity was exposed, she could not help but feel irritated. A desire to win surged
within her.
"Mr. Brown, did you come here to get wasted or have fun?"
She sneered, poking at the man's chest muscles through his black shirt. "But everything here is quite expensive. Did you bring
enough money?"
"You know my last name? Impressive." Drew's eyes narrowed playfully.
Yvonne's heart thumped wildly, and her fingertips curled.
She revealed something she should not have.
"Since you know my last name, do you know my first name?"
Drew suddenly grabbed her hand, a cocky grin spreading across his lips. "I'm Stingy Brown, and I like being a free-loader."
Yvonne was speechless.
"I came here tonight intending to leave without spending a penny. Ms. Yvonne, do you approve?" Drew's face was half in the
shadows and his tone was icy.
His many years of being a special agent made playing along in such games his second nature, but he did not like it.
At this moment, he only had the patience to banter with this woman because he wanted to complete the mission that Bella
entrusted him with.
Otherwise, he would have broken Yvonne's finger as soon as she touched his chest.
Yvonne finally dropped the pretense, her expression stiffening. She said in a low voice, "Mr. Brown, you're not a customer here,
so please leave immediately!"
The man smiled provocatively. "What if I don't? Will you kick me out? If you were, you wouldn't have helped me hide just now,
right?" "What do you want to do? I'm not joking with you now!"

Yvonne noticed the clock nearby, her anxiety growing as the time ticked closer to Christopher's return. "This place is not as
simple as you think. Do you know what's waiting for you if you get caught?!"
"I could just sign up for a membership."
"Drew Brown!"
In her panic, Yvonne blurted out his name and her true feelings. "Are you so eager to die in his hands?!"