The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Are you also including Christopher when you mention the animalistic Iverson brothers?" Drew asked a soul-piercing question.
Yvonne's long eyelashes fluttered gloomily.
"Every hostess who provides service for the customers in Pivotage does so voluntarily."
"You're willingly following him too?" Drew's cold eyes narrowed slightly as he withdrew his hand that was supporting her waist.
Yvonne felt her heart ache. Her throat was dry as she parted her lips. "Yes. I did it voluntarily."
Drew tilted his head and sneered mockingly. His eyes, which reflected her face, dimmed.
No matter the reasons this woman had for helping him, whether she was stupid or had an ulterior motive, Drew reminded himself
that she belonged to Christopher.
"Take this evidence back and hand it to Ms. Bella and Mr. Salvador."
Yvonne's gaze was intense. "This is James' Achilles heel. They could definitely use these to sentence that bastard to eternal
ruin, far better than you going up against him head-on."
"Aren't you afraid Christopher would find out that you helped me? Aren't you afraid he'll punish you? Even kill you?" After
checking, Drew kept the file in his trench coat securely. "I'm afraid."
Yvonne's gloom lifted, and a bright smile danced on her red lips. "But I want to repay your kindness."
"Kindness?"
"That night, I had gastric ulcers. Thank you for leaving me the medicine the next day."
However, Yvonne did not get to take the medicine because it was crushed to powder by Christopher. Drew had long forgotten
about this and only remembered it after her reminder. "Oh, it's nothing."
At this moment, Yvonne's phone rang. It was her subordinate.
"Ms. Yvonne, Mr. Christopher is back. His car is driving into the underground parking lot."
"Got it."
After hanging up the call, Yvonne pulled Drew toward the door in a panic. "Leave now. Mr. Christopher has returned!"

"What are you scared of? I can definitely get away unscathed."
"Where can you go? There are cameras at the front and back doors. Can you make yourself invisible? Yvonne was sitting on
needles. Christopher's phone could monitor the situation here in real time.
Everything would be over if he found out!
"Why would I use the door? A real man never goes for the backdoor." Drew lifted his chin smugly.
The atmosphere was tense, but Yvonne could not help smiling upon hearing his words.
Knock knock!
Someone suddenly knocked on the door, and a female voice sounded. "Ms. Yvonne, are you inside?"
"What is it?" Yvonne could only use a cold, hard tone to mask her anxiety.
"Room S001 has a situation. James specifically asked for you. When the supervisor explained that you don't take client's, he
threw a tantrum, smashing everything in the room and even injuring two girls... How should we handle this?"
An idea appeared in Yvonne's mind, and she said, "I'll be right there."
After the woman left, she took a deep breath and looked into Drew's clear eyes. "James and Mr. Christopher are mortal enemies.
If I see him and cause a commotion, Mr. Christopher will naturally come over. You should leave quickly."
Yvonne wanted to turn around, but Drew's brows were slightly furrowed, and he suddenly grabbed her delicate arm, his fingers
gradually tightening. "Must you go see him?" Their eyes met, and Yvonne felt an electric current surge through her heart.
"Yeah. It's the only way you can get away safely."