The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 602
Swoosh!
A violent breeze brushed past the tip of Justin’s nose. There was sure
power, ruthlessness, and speed in the punch.
If Justin was not a skilled fighter, he would not have been able to dodge the unsuspecting attack.
Justin was able to gather a lot of information from the missed.
assault.
Underneath Christopher’s polished appearance was a vicious beast.
Justin could not possibly let Bella go with him.
No way!
Everything happened too fast. Bella walked ahead, oblivious to the men fighting over her in the back.
Christopher pulled another punch, and Justin ducked in tim
retaliated with a high kick. However, the counterattack mer
past Christopher’s chest.
Christopher backed away to regain his balance. His seemingly
arms under his silver cuffs tensed as he clenched his fists. His ve
bulged.
Justin, who was ambushed, stood there, rooted to the ground.
Christopher pushed his glasses up his nose, hiding the bloodthirst
behind the lens.

For over a decade, Christopher had been learning to fight from the best fighters in Sentania, perfecting his skills to become
stronger so that he could protect his mother and recruit elites.
Christopher dabbled in close combat, shooting, and knives. He was gifted in that respect. Although he was not blessed with the
best of health, he was able to make up for his deficiencies by putting in the hard work.
Hence, Christopher was confident he could take Justin on.
Nevertheless, after the brief clash with Justin, Christopher realized he had underestimated his opponent.
Justin was stronger than most men.
Even if Christopher were to give everything he had, he might not be
able to defeat Justin.
Christopher furrowed his brows grimacingly.
Suddenly, he curled his lips slyly, sending shivers down Justin’s spine. Something did not sit right with Justin.
Christopher’s eyes, always tender in Bella’s presence, were savage and rampant, challenging Justin’s patience.
Upon narrowing his eyes, Christopher threw himself forward.
Letting his muscle memory and the urge to beat up the man take
control, Justin reacted with a right hook to Christopher’s left cheek.
Bella happened to turn around and witness this scene.

Justin was shocked to catch Christopher, bleeding in the mouth,
smiling wickedly instead of getting angry.
Shit!
He fell right into Christopher’s trap!
Christopher was not trying to hit him. He was trying to lure him to
draw blood.
Justin cursed himself for being a fool to fall for it.
“Chris!”
Bella widened her eyes and ran to help Christopher.
She blurted out his nickname in a panic.
Christopher’s eyes bulge in surprise. Disregarding the burning pain on
his cheek, he clutched Bella’s wrist and asked in a trembling voice,
Bella... What did you call me?”
It then hit Bella.
She took a bit of time to process what she just said. It was just a

form of address, and she used to call him that name when they were
kids.
Hence, she cried, “Chris.”
Christopher’s eyes welled up in excitement, his facial muscles
twitching.
Only God knew how long he had been waiting for her to use the term
of endearment.
It had been too long-15 years too long.
Could Justin understand 15 years of yearning and lovesickness? No,
the heartless man could never understand this.
Justin froze as the color drained from his face.
He could hear something breaking as his body slowly gave out.
Bella had once again broken his heart to pieces.
It appeared Bella and Christopher were close, and it all started when
they were kids.
Justin questioned what he meant to Bella.
“Have you gone mad, Justin? Mr. Iverson was just inviting me to meet
his mother at his place. What did he ever do to you? Why must you
injure him?” Bella helped Christopher up and snapped an angry look
at Justin.

There were a lot of emotions in her gaze.
She was angry, helpless, and, more so, disappointed.
For the past 13 years, Justin had been an unattainable presence for
her.
Now, she could feel the untouchable shine of him fading as he drifted
further from the man she remembered him to be.
“I’m fine, Bella. Don’t be mad.”
The murderous intent in Christopher’s eyes was no longer present. He looked tenderly at her and said nicely, “I can understand
why Mr.
Salvador attacked me.”