The Divorced Heiress 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.” 16 [ ] 2 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.