The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Behave yourself." Asher's expression was cold and solemn, but his voice was hoarse.
Arnold tilted his head. His eyes and smile were seductive, with a hint of intoxication. "No. Hehe."
Justin's good mood was evident. Having promised to make the rounds, he did not back out. After making a toast with everyone,
he started a one-on-one drinking competition with Drew.
He did not love drinking. But as Bella's man, he did not want his brothers-in-law to think he was a coward.
"Do you know my nickname in the underworld?" Drew draped his left arm over Justin's shoulder, filling Justin's glass with the
bottle in his right hand. "They call me 'The Wine God'. I have never fallen, not even after a thousand drinks. I can drink for eight
days a week. If you compete with me, I'm afraid you'll disgrace the Salvador family."
Justin looked down at his overflowing glass, his face unchanged, and lightly curled his thin lips. "Drew, in my experience, the one
who raises a flag is usually the first to fall. But don't you worry. Since we're drinking at home, no matter what happens, someone
will take care of you."
"I don't need anyone to take care of me!" Drew's eyes flashed angrily. His stubbornness flared up as he clinked glasses fiercely
with Justin, spilling wine everywhere. "I'll chug mine! You do as you please!" Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Roza had
Bella pinned against the wall, her long, slightly arched eyes gleaming with mischievous insight.
"Hmm? Master, why is your waist so soft? And why is it that your voice is a bit hoarse? What naughty things were you and Justin
doing when you disappeared for so long? Hmm?" "Cough, cough..."
Bella's face blushed a deep red as she hurriedly cleared her throat, her eyes darting around. "We... We didn't do anything."
It was all that wretched man's fault! He knew exactly where her sensitive spots were, and yet, he relentlessly teased them,
touching and caressing until she was a mess.
In the end, her clothes were soaked and her makeup smeared. She had to rush to entertain the guests while he looked
composed and unbothered in his suit.
It was so infuriating!
"Come on, we're all adults here.
What's there to be shy about?" Roza

giggled, leaning closer to her ear. "But I didn't expect you two to finish so quickly. Justin seems a bit lacking in stamina. You
should grill some oysters for him later. They're great for boosting a man's stamina!"
Bella nudged her lightly, quickly defending her man. "That's not true! He is very strong..."
Then, the two best friends shared whispers.
"Wow, that's intense!"
"Shh! Keep it down!" Bella hastily covered her mouth, her face flushing to the tips of her ears.
Roza was her best friend, and they shared everything, even their most embarrassing secrets.
"Well, well, Justin seems so pure, but he's quite wild in private," Roza remarked, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her drink.
"He... He wasn't always like this." Bella's voice was soft and sweet, her palm rubbing her reddened cheek. "He needed some
guidance."
The two friends stood in silence for a moment. Roza pulled an exquisite cigarette case from her small bag, took out a slender
cigarette, and placed it between her lips.
Bella asked, "You started smoking again?"
"It's just a cigarette. Why do you
make it sound like I'm a drug addict?" Roza laughed. The orange-red glow of the cigarette flared and dimmed in the night the
wisps of smoke enveloping her lightly troubled face.
"Roza, have you been doing well
lately? Has your family given you
any trouble?" Bella knew she was from the Walker family and understood the turmoil she faced, which made her worry for her
friend.