The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In an instant, Yvonne felt as if her throat was sealed. She held her breath.
Drew's brows furrowed as he scrutinized the woman's flushed face. A hint of contempt rippled through his heart. 'Should I die in
Christopher's hands? Or hers?'
He did not forget that night when Yvonne approached him with ulterior motives and that poisoned brooch hidden in her hair.
How interesting.
She and her boss, Christopher, must have come to a consensus. One of them was playing the bad cop, and the other was
playing the good cop.
This must be part of their scheme too. Christopher wanted to use Yvonne to seduce Drew, acting as if she had saved him.
Did they think that Drew was stupid or that he would be seduced by a woman so easily?
Even if Drew were a pervert who thinks with his dick, his desires would have been quelled after seeing her face.
The smile on Drew's face sent a chill down Yvonne's spine. She pursed her lips tightly, her back against the cold metal rack.
"Oh? Ms. Yvonne, your words made me curious. Who's hands will I die in?"
"In any case, you should leave immediately..."
"That evil, cunning son of a bitch that looks like a sissy?"
Drew was referring to Christopher. His brows were raised disdainfully. "Let him come. I'll see what he's got."
Yvonne's dark and bright eyes widened, her mind almost snapping from the tension. Her voice trembled slightly. "You... When did
you know?"
"When I first met you in the bar, I saw you get in his car."
Drew's lips curved playfully, his cool fingertips pinching her chin. "But don't be afraid. Even if I know you work for him, I won't do
anything to you. You are your own person." A ripple stirred in Yvonne's calm heart, and she felt a sense of warmth.
But the next second, the man's words made her heart plummet.

"Besides, with your face, I couldn't bear to harm you." Drew smiled and touched her ear. His voice was hoarse.
Yvonne felt a sting in her heart. Her slender hands pressed against his chest as she tried to push him away. "I know my face
looks like your sister, but I'm not Bella Thompson."
Drew sensed her fluctuating emotions. His gaze darkened, and he scoffed. This woman wore Bella's face to thrive in the
business of pleasure and obtain Christopher's favor. She was benefiting from this face. He did not complain, yet she was already
upset. Was that not hypocritical?
Yvonne suppressed her stirring emotions and said softly, "Mr. Christopher will not let go of anyone who intrude on Pivotage. I
don't e care what you came for, but where there's life, there's hope. You can do whatever you want elsewhere, but not in
Pivotage! If he returns, you won't be able to escape, no matter how skilled you are!"
Drew laughed. "Is that so? Then I should stay and see for myself."
"Drew... Even if you don't care about yourself, what about Ms. Bella?!"
Seeing that time was slipping away, Yvonne panicked and suddenly grabbed the man's collar. "I don't have a family, but even so,
I understand that feeling! If anything happens to you, wouldn't your family be sad for you? Wouldn't Ms Bella be heartbroken?
How can you be accountable to anyone by throwing your life away recklessly? Isn't Chairman Thompson in the hospital? Can't
you think of him?!"
Instantly, their noses were about to touch.
The woman's warm breath, tinged with the scent of sweet red wine,
lingered near Drew's sharp jawline His dark eyes reflected the tiny glimmers of light in her eyes when she was provoked, and his
brows furrowed with gloom.
Was being considerate of him part of her plan? Did she want to be thorough with her act?
"James is here, right?" His short sentence enlightened Yvonne. "Did you come because you want to avenge Mr. Asher?"
"Ha, Ms. Yvonne, you know everything that's happening. It's a waste of talent to have you managing Pivotage."