The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 839

“Sorry...” Yvonne's face flushed bright red, her consciousness fading

into a blur.

“I've told you before. This face of yours can only appear at specific

times, hidden from the light of day! You are my secret trump card, and

you belong to me. You must obey whatever I tell you to do. You have

no right to flaunt yourself, let alone act recklessly!”

Christopher's eyes were full of malice, his grip around her neck

tightening as if he wanted to snap it for real.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Taylor saw that Yvonne was on the verge of
collapsing and sweated as he interceded for her.

“Mr. Iverson, Ms. Smith can't hold on much longer! Please spare her

this time, on account of the loyalty she has shown you over the years!

She may have disobeyed your orders by coming back secretly, but it

was to see you! Everything she does, she does for you. Please spare

her just this once!”

Christopher coldly stared at Yvonne's face, akin to a work of art.

exhaled a breath of stale air and released her.

Yvonne's body was drenched in sweat, her complexion shifting from

red to pale as she gasped for breath. Her eyes were filled with tears

as she looked at Christopher pleadingly. Despite enduring such pain,

she didn’t harbor any resentment toward him, only seeking to soothe

his anger.

“I'm sorry... Mr. Iverson... I'm sorry... Yvonne clutched her neck in
Christopher didn’t even spare her a glance, retrieving a pristine
handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped his hands and tossed the handkerchief
out of the window with disgust. His eyes were filled with disdain. “You'll need to
spend a fortune to take care of this face when you return. If it weren't for this
face, I would have killed you long ago.”

Yvonne's heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly upon hearing
Christopher's words, her body trembling. “Thank you... Thank you.”
Christopher lowered his gaze and asked in a deep voice, “Did a man

touch you in the club?”

“N-no... It was me. I accidentally bumped into him. I had too much to

drink and lost control. I've embarrassed myself.” Yvonne's heart

skipped a beat, hastily shifting all the blame onto herself.

Christopher gave her a cold glance and instructed Taylor, “Go and
investigate who that man is. Check his identity and background.”

“Yes, Mr. Iverson.”

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Yvonne's hands were tightly gripping her skirt. She felt somewhat

sorry for that man. But she also knew that Christopher was th

of person who considered his possessions sacred. If anyone els

touched them, it was equivalent to stealing.

Didn't this indirectly prove that Christopher had a little bit of genu

affection for her? Even if this trace of affection existed only becaus

of Bella, there must be some affection, right?

The luxury car sped away from the alley, disappearing into the night.

At that moment, Drew strolled leisurely to the center of the alley, both

hands in his pockets.

As he watched the car vanish, his deep gaze narrowed.

“Yvonne?”

The license plate number of the luxury car was imprinted in his mind.

Axel did not stay idle either. He never expected that on his rare visit to a bar, he
would run into his “enemy” tonight.

At the entrance of the private room, a tipsy Roza was being dragged by two
middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes. Her limbs were weak from the
alcohol, and she was struggling to get away from the

two men.

“Let me go. I want to go back!” Roza pleaded, pushing them away in an attempt
to balance herself.

However, the sinister smiles on the faces of the two men only grew wider. They
paid no heed to her pleas. Their only intention was to drag her to a secluded
place and take their time with her.

“Let me go!” Roza’s cries echoed in the air.

A cold, piercing voice cut through the commotion. “Let her go.”

Roza squinted her hazy eyes and lifted her gaze in astonishment to meet Axel's
handsome yet angry face.