The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1003

Chapter 1003 

“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?”