The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Drew curled his lips and smirked.
"I only mentioned James once, yet you immediately knew I came for revenge. Not only that, you knew it was for my brother."
Yvonne's face burned. No matter how cunning and clever she was, her brain would not work in front of this man. She fell right
into his trap.
"I work beside Mr. Christopher. I know about things happening in the Iverson Group..."
Suddenly, Yvonne's breath hitched. This time, it was Drew who covered her mouth.
At the same time, the footsteps of two bodyguards gradually became closer.
"Hmm? Why did I hear someone talking?"
Their footsteps stopped beside the storage rack.
Yvonne's forehead was covered in a layer of sweat as her heart raced.
However, Drew's gaze was calm as he cupped the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair. He slowly pressed
her head against his chest. Instantly, Yvonne relaxed completely, closing her eyes.
"Was there any sound? You must've misheard."
"Hmm... Maybe I'm hearing things. I've been exhausted lately. Let's hurry to the lobby. Mr. Christopher is returning soon!"
The footsteps left hurriedly.
However, Drew was still hugging Yvonne in the same position. Their breaths intertwined, and neither of them moved.
"James brought quite a crowd today. With the security at Pivotage, you'll suffer quite a loss, even if you are exceptionally skilled."
Yvonne inhaled the sharp scent of tobacco from his black shirt, her ears turning red. "If your purpose is to take revenge on
James, I have a safer way."
Drew looked down at her. "What?"
"Come with me."

Yvonne skillfully avoided all the cameras on the way, bringing Drew into her room.
For now, this is the safest place in all of Pivotage.
After locking the door, Yvonne immediately ran to her study.
Drew followed after her, and at the same time, his instincts made him warily scan through every corner of the room.
The king-sized bed's headboard was lined with cute stuffed animals. There was a pink bunny, a yellow golden retriever, and a
black-and-white striped clumsy penguin. Drew could not help but feel surprised.
He thought a sexy woman like her, who immersed herself in the sensual world of pleasure, would have a mountain of luxurious
items in her room.
She was very different from his sister, who loved handling weapons from a young age.
Soon, Yvonne took an envelope from the bottom drawer of her desk and handed it to Drew.
The man took it, confused. "What's this?"
"Mr. Christopher ordered me to investigate this. Over the years, James used the charity scholarship fund under the Iverson
Group's name to force those girls into sexual transactions."
Afraid of wasting time, Yvonne
spoke quickly. "Many of the victims are minors. Not only did he coerce and tempt them into giving their bodies to powerful men,
but he also violated these girls. I don't have time to explain it to you. You'll understand once you go through these."
Drew was immediately enraged, his eyes reddening. "Fuck... That sick bastard Lance Iverson has raised a group of sexual
offenders! James, that son of a bitch! I'll cut his dick off and feed it to dogs!"
"The Iverson brothers are birds of a feather. Charles is openly vile, but James is more disgusting than his brother. He's a
complete hypocrite using charity to cover his crimes and paving his way with those girls' tears and blood. Go home and read
through it. Each case is make anyone explored enough to with anger!"
Yvonne stomped her feet angrily, but she forgot she was wearing high heels, so her body stumbled sideways.

Drew reacted quickly. His muscled arms immediately held her thin waist, enabling her to balance herself.
"Thank, thank you." Yvonne's voice was soft, her cheeks flushing.