The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1117

Chapter 1117 

Logan had to stand by Zoe because she was his granddaughter. However, he had to admit that Bella was a fine, talented woman. 

If Justin was dating Bella, Logan felt that he was not opposed to it. 

“Dad, Aunt Celeste, Ash, it’s nearly time. I should change into my gear.” 

Bella waved at them and walked with Quentin to the tracks. 

“Be careful, Bella!” Celeste shouted worriedly. 

Bella looked back and gave her the thumbs up. 

“The girl just can’t sit still. Maybe it’s not a bad thing to let her participate in the race.” While concerned, Wyatt did not wear it on his 

face. 

Justin kept his eyes on Bella the whole time until she left his sight. 

“You must be surprised. I bet you didn’t know Bella could ride.” 

Justin furrowed his brows as Christopher approached with a smile. 

The two good-looking men stood alongside each other. 

Only God knew how much they could not stand each other. 

“Bella is a gift from God to me.” Justin murmured, “A gift is always a 

surprise.” 

“You just don’t know much about Bella. You don’t get her at all. There 

is no need to dress up your insecurities with such fancy language.” 

Justin’s breath hitched as he balled up his fists. 

“Bella and I grew up together. We have gone through a lot of things together and know each other better than you know us. Don’t be 

delusional to think that she’s yours forever just because she’s taken in by your effort for now.” 

Christopher spoke in hushed tones with a smirk. “You’re living in a 

beautiful dream, but it will be painful when it’s time to wake up.” 

“Know each other? Have you honestly let Bella into your world, Christopher?” 

Justin laughed silently, his eyes deep. “You colluded with Maxwell and sent your men to South Island to kill Asher. Are you sure Bella knows about the man that you are?” 

“Don’t piss me off, Justin.” Christopher curled his lips menacingly, “I can make you suffer.” 

The smile on Justin’s face was both beautiful and terrifying. 

“I look forward to the consequences of angering you.” 

Despite downing three glasses of champagne, Zoe could not shake off the burning rage. 

She sat in the corridor of the lounge alone. While no one was around, she fished out a cigarette and took a puff out of it. Judging by the way she clipped the cigarette between her fingers, she was a long-