The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1259

However, those expensive clothes were just for Christopher to see and for other men to admire. Has anyone truly cared for her and paid attention to her?

But she had no way to turn back now. She had no choice. She and Drew were destined to be enemies. They were destined to be from two different worlds.

Yvonne took a deep breath, wiping away a tear at the corner of her eye with her fingertips.

Just as she was about to close the door, a hand firmly gripped the edge of the door, and a pair of dark, familiar eyes appeared in the crack.

“T-Taylor?!” Yvonne’s heart tightened, quickly hiding the stomach medicine behind her back.

“Ms. Smith, it’s truly fortunate that you’re alive!” Taylor forcefully pushed open the door and rushed into the room, causing Yvonne to stumble and hit the wall. Then, two more men followed behind, silently drawing their guns from their pockets. Their expressions were eerie and sinister, like spies in an action movie.

“Drew isn’t here. He’s gone,” Yvonne said coldly.

“Gone?! You didn’t kill him?!” Taylor looked astonished. “Then what did you two do last night? Did you both just book a room?”

Yvonne’s head throbbed with pain, her breath shallow as she pressed her forehead. “I don’t know... I drank too much, and then something happened. I can hardly remember anything.”

“You drank with him again? Do you know who he is?” Taylor’s eyes darkened with anger, his tone stern. “Ms. Smith, you’ve always been cautious in your years of service to Mr. Iverson, almost never making a mistake. What happened this time? It’s unlike you!”

“What do you mean by that? Are you suspecting me? If there was something between him and me... I wouldn’t have come alone to find him last night, wearing…” Yvonne reached for her jet-black hair, her heart suddenly sinking!

The hairpin—her hairpin!

Just moments ago, he had installed a tracker underneath that vehicle. At this moment, the phone screen clearly displayed their whereabouts. After circling around for a while, Drew trailed them to the foot of the mountain.

To his surprise, there was a high-end club concealed within the tranquil bamboo forest. Yvonne and Taylor got out of the car and entered the club after punching in the door code.

Moonlight danced among the treetops, and the wind played with the sparse shadows. Drew stood amidst the woods, his gaze momentarily darkening. He spread out his fingers, the exquisite silver hairpin resting in his palm. Bathed in moonlight, he twisted the tip of the hairpin with his fingertip.

With a click, the ruby on it unexpectedly turned over, revealing a hidden compartment containing a potent toxin.

“Heh, petty tricks. How dare you try to play with the master?” Drew’s dark eyes narrowed shrewdly and were devoid of fear. Instead, he smirked with interest and said, “Yvonne, meeting me marks the beginning of your tragedy.”