The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Carrie..." Bella and Justin were both stunned.
Then, Bella's lips curled slightly upward as she looked gratefully at Carrie, feeling warmth in her heart.
"My wife is right. You all are spreading rumors and causing trouble right in front of Mr. Salvador and Ms. Thompson. Do you think
the legal departments of Salvador Corporation and KS Group are just for show?" Ryan stepped in, placing a protective hand on
Carrie's shoulder, her cold eyes glaring at the group.
"If you think you are capable, say it again. The Hoffman Group can play this game too."
The gossipy old women were already embarrassed by Carrie's reprimand, and with Ryan's intimidating presence, they huddled
together like quails, too frightened to breathe.
"I recognize you, Mr. Iverson." Carrie elegantly lifted her skirt and walked over, her slender figure shielding Bella. For the first
time, she bravely met the strangers' eyes. “Mr. Iverson, are you my sister-in-law's friend?"
Bella's lips curled into a cold smile. Friend? That word was too tainted. But she did not blame Carrie. The innocent Carrie could
not know the bloodshed and darkness behind this, nor did she want her to. "Ms. Salvador, what do you want to say?"
Christopher asked with a smile, maintaining his elegant demeanor.
"If you are my sister-in-law's friend, you should have immediately stood up to clarify when you saw her being slandered, not just
watched her being misunderstood and done nothing." Carrie, always straightforward, vented her anger directly at Christopher. "A
true friend should not be so cold-blooded. Your actions really disappoint my sister-in-law."
Bella quickly took Carrie's soft hand and pulled her into an embrace, keeping her away from this viper. Christopher's face
darkened, and his smile froze awkwardly.
It was said that sincerity was always the ultimate weapon. With just a few words, Carrie not only extricated Bella from the
ambiguous situation but also made Christopher look like a heartless villain.
"Justin, your sister is truly becoming the perfect matriarch of the Hoffman family." Ryan elbowed his good friend's shoulder,
staring at his defiant and beautiful fiancee with a foolish smile. He loved her deeply.
"When you two get home, thank Carrie properly for me." Justin's eyes softened, warmth spreading through his heart.
Ryan's throat bobbed, and his narrow eyes deepened. "I will not just thank her properly. I will love her properly too."

Justin glanced at him speechlessly, reminding him in a low voice. "You are not that young anymore. Your work is tiring. For
Carrie's happiness in the second half of her life, you should take care of your health and not overindulge."
"Damn, I'm not weak at all. My body is in tip-top condition!" Ryan pouted in grievance. "Besides, my life is so dull nowadays, just
work and home. I have almost forgotten what a nightclub looks like. I rely on this bit of marital fun to get by. Don't be so cruel to
me, okay?"
Justin was speechless. Not letting Ryan touch his beautiful fiancee was as cruel as making a tiger be vegan.
At this moment, on the second floor of the banquet hall, Zoe gripped the railing tightly. Her eyes were burning red with anger as
she looked down at Carrie. This idiot was now showing off because Ryan backed her up.
The more she showed off, the faster she would meet her end. She would not have many days left to jump around.
"To think, Carrie used to be so timid, but now she is so sharp-tongued. She's like a completely different person." Jason
commented, sipping his wine. His ambiguous gaze lingered on Carrie's alluring face. His gaze deepened slightly.
"Ha, what? The more you look, the more you like her." Zoe sneered mockingly at him.
"Zoe, don't be like this..." Jason wrapped his arm around her waist, slowly pulling her into his embrace. His slightly drunken
breath brushed against her cheek, and his hand roamed her exposed back. "All these years, my heart has always been with you.
I have no eyes for anyone else. How can Carrie compare to you? Zoe, you are simply perfect, and I am addicted to you."