Chapter 1003: Chapter 1003

The Divorced Heiress’s RevengeWords: 3317

“Besides, a mighty dragon cannot subdue a local snake. Although they are powerful here in Savrow,

they’re helpless in Terranova. If we take advantage of the chaos to kill them and dispose of their

bodies, no one will find out, right?” Christopher narrowed his eyes and smirked. “You’re the most

professional for such tasks.”

“Hahaha! Mr. Iverson, your attention to detail is truly remarkable! But if I help you, what will my reward

be?”

“Money, property, whatever you desire,” Christopher replied.

“I have something specific in mind right now.”

With an insatiable and lustful gaze, Maxwell shamelessly eyed

Yvonne’s graceful figure.

The next moment, Christopher grabbed her arm and flung her forcefully. Caught off guard by the

sudden gesture, Yvonne let out a cry as she fell into Maxwell’s embrace. She had to endure wandering

hands that were making her nauseous.

Christopher left the room without even looking back as he Tonight, she’s all yours.”

That night, Maxwell left Pivotage completely satisfied after ind in wine and women. He was ready to

work on the task assigned Christopher.

Yvonne lay on the bed, battered and bruised, resembling a discarde broken, yet beautiful toy. Her

beloved red dress was torn to pieces on the floor alongside unsettling tools that reminded her of the

humiliation and sadness from the previous night.

At that moment, the door creaked open.

Familiar footsteps approached, and Christopher walked to the bedside, his gaze coldly assessing her

bare, bruised body. “I never expected him to have such a fetish. He’s quite like my older brother in that

aspect.”

Through the disheveled strands of hair scattered across her pale fface, Yvonne looked at the man she

had loved for almost half of her liffe, tears slowly filling her eyes.

“You’ve worked hard tonight. Whatever you want, just tell Taylor,” Chrisstopher said, his attitude icy and

indifferent. His warmth was only ressereed for Bella. Other women were nothing more than a means to

arend..

“I want myyr red dress,” Yvonne whispered, her lips trembling.

Christopher’sseexpression remained indifferent. “Alright, I’ Taylor buy it for you!!”

“That dress… You gave it to me two years ago… On my birth

Yvonne choked backkhhen tears, clutching the sheets tightly a tears strearned down her delicate

cheeks.

Yvonne fought back her teears, clinging to the sheets as she wept silently.

“Is that so?”

Christopher’s expression darkened, and he casually tugged at his lips. “Do you know why I chose the

red dress for you? Because Bella likes red, so I enjoy seeing you in red.”

A chill crept through Yvonne’s body, her chest aching as if stabbed by a knife. Her feelings were

ruthlessly trampled by Christopher.

Despite knowing the answer and being unable to escape from Bella’s shadow, she couldn’t help but

ask again and again, hoping for a different response.

“Rest well. As for what comes next, you already know, don’t you? You volunteered for it.” Christopher

turned away, about to leave, when suddenly Yvonne rolled off the bed and grabbed his hand tightly.

“Christopher, do you have any feelings for me?”

He looked back at her without any expression.

Yvonne burst into tears and asked. “Nothing? After all these years… Not even a little?”