The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Back in his room, Christopher downed a glass of strong liquor, barely easing his anger.
"Mr. Christopher, you don't need to get mad with that idiot."
Taylor quickly comforted him. "His time is over, and he's at the end of his rope. With Ms. Bella's intelligence, she would soon
trace Asher's case back to him. Perhaps she already knows and is just waiting to act! Be patient and let the Thompson family
take care of him for you."
"Yvonne, what happened?"
"..."
Christopher coldly looked at Yvonne, who was standing timidly aside. "Without my orders, you never show yourself to entertain
clients. Why did you appear in James' room this time?"
"Oh, Mr. Christopher, let me explain."
Taylor quickly helped out. "I looked into it. That scumbag Charles specifically asked for Ms. Yvonne to serve him, but our men
refused, and he got mad. He was smashing things and causing a ruckus in the room, even injuring two girls. Ms. Yvonne was
afraid things would escalate, so she came to handle it."
Yvonne's heart tightened, and she lowered her head, not daring to look into Christopher's eyes.
"If he wants to cause a scene, let him. It's just some bottles and vases. Do you think I care?"
Christopher's gloomy gaze landed on Yvonne's face. "But when you show up with this face, it could cause unexpected
complications. My fight with James is at a critical moment now. Do not cause trouble for me. Also, I don't like disobedient women.
If it happens again, I'll punish you severely."
Yvonne took a deep breath, her rose-colored lips slowly parting. "Mr. Christopher, now... My value as Ms. Bella's substitute is
gone. Going out with this face will only cause trouble for you. Why not let me regain my original appearance and become
myself?"
Taylor gasped in shock. 'God! What did Yvonne say? Did she have a death wish?!'
Indeed, Christopher closed in on her like a wolf, his gaze suddenly cold and menacing. "What did you say? Repeat it."

"I want to go back to my own appearance." Yvonne's moist and red eyes shone, her fingers nervously digging into her palms.
Christopher viciously grabbed her jaw, his grip so tight it hurt. "How can you have the audacity to say this to me? Being able to
have a face similar to Bella's is your blessing. You should be grateful and thank Bella for granting you a value far beyond your
own existence. Now, you tell me you don't want this face. How dare you?!"
The man lifted his hand suddenly, causing Yvonne to cry out in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes.
At this moment, an urgent knock rang out at the door.
Christopher angrily withdrew his hand. Yvonne turned her face away, revealing a bright red mark on her jaw.
Taylor went to open the door, and a bodyguard walked in.
"Mr. Christopher, the window in Room A015 on the fifth floor has a large hole. The cut is very clean, likely made by a special tool.
There might be intruders!"
Yvonne's forehead was covered with sweat, and her heart was racing.
"What?! What were you doing? Why did you only find out now?!" Taylor was shocked.
"Did you check the surveillance?" Christopher asked with a cold gaze.
"Yes, but... But it didn't capture any intruders."
Taylor's eyes widened. "Not even one? That's impossible!"
After all, there were more security cameras in Pivotage than there were holes in a beehive!