The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1851

Seeing Bethany become like a bull provoked by a red cloth in the arena, the woman smiled sinisterly.

“But... How can I get revenge? I’ve been abandoned by the Salvador family. I can’t even afford a ticket back to Savrow. Even if I manage to return, I’ll probably be caught by Justin as soon as I reach the airport. I can’t imagine what cruel methods he’d use against me!”

“Ms. Salvador, I sympathize with your situation, so I’m willing to lend you a helping hand.”

The woman took her hand, gently placing it in her palm. “You don’t need to worry about the plane tickets. I can cover that for you. As for returning to Savrow, I can guarantee that you won’t be caught by your brother if you follow my plan.”

“Really?!” Bethany’s eyes widened in excitement.

Deep down, she was still somewhat skeptical. But given her current state—abandoned, penniless, and afflicted with a terminal disease—she did not have the luxury to overthink.

As long as she could go back, she would do anything.

“Ms. Gold, thank you so much! How can I ever repay your immense kindness?”

The woman shook her head calmly. “I can’t stand to see innocent people being bullied. If you succeed in your revenge, that will be the best repayment for me.”

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A pristine white Bentley stopped outside the gate of a lavish estate.

With a look of disgust, Clarice meticulously disinfected the hand that had touched Bethany before getting out of the car.

As soon as she got out, a sharp and cold figure approached her.

“Dr. Amaryllis.”

Jace gazed at her indifferently. “Sir wants to see you.”

Clarice’s heart tightened. There were no secrets in front of the master. He knew exactly what she did, who she met, and what she said.

“But this is the last time. I do not need disobedient people around me,” Grant said. His handsome face was half in shadow, half in light.

“It will never happen again, sir,” Clarice said, not daring to lift her head.

At that moment, with a soft thud, Grant threw a document at her feet.

She slowly picked it up and opened it, her pupils dilating in shock as she read through it again in disbelief.

“Bethany is like a time bomb. If used well, she can have an explosive impact. But she can only be used once.”

Grant put down the brush and pressed a white jade seal with his signature onto the corner of the painting. “If she succeeds, it will show she has the courage and capability to fight for herself. If she fails, a useless chess piece will have no place on the board.”