The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1158

Chapter 1158 

Christopher’s chest was heaving heavily, and sweat was mixed with blood, trickling down his delicate face. 

His eyes were sinister and cruel, like a vengeful spirit that crawled out from the depths of hell. There was a tinge of bloody satisfaction. 

“Mr. Iverson.” Both Taylor and Yvonne bowed respectfully. 

Christopher tossed the blood-stained whip he held onto the ground. 

He removed his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the blood droplets 

off the lenses with the corner of his shirt. 

In Sentania, whenever he felt stressed or in a bad mood, he would go 

hunting in the deep mountains. He didn’t have that luxury in Savrow, 

so he could only resort to beating people. He found that beating 

people was much more interesting than hunting. This kind of 

entertainment would have to be retained in the future. 

The two subordinates followed quietly to the door of the room. Taylor 

noticed that Christopher’s hand was still bleeding from a wound, so 

he nudged Yvonne, who was standing dazed nearby. 

“Ms. Smith, Mr. Iverson’s hand is injured. Hurry up and help him. bandage it!” 

Yvonne snapped out of her daze, hesitated for a moment, then approached, “Mr. Iverson, your hand is injured. Let me help you…” 

“Ah!” Before she could react, Christopher grabbed her wrist ferociously and dragged her into the room. 

With a bang, the door slammed shut. Taylor stood dazed at the door, worried for Yvonne. 

As soon as they entered the room, Christopher hungrily kissed Yvonne’s trembling lips, and his hands ruthlessly tore apart her clothes. As they neared the bed, Yvonne was left with only her 

underwear, her arms shielding her chest as her last line of defense, trembling in fear. “No, please, Mr. Iverson…” 

“Yvonne, do you dare refuse me?” 

Christopher pressed down on her soft figure, glaring at her pretty 

face, which resembled Bella’s so much. “Even if Bella refuses me, what right do you have to refuse me?!” 

With a swift motion, he slapped her across the face! 

Yvonne’s cheeks swelled up from the blow, her ears ringing. 

She had been with Christopher for almost ten years, and even though he treated her as a toy, he had never laid a hand on her before. 

This slap extinguished the last bit of hope Yvonne had for him. 

The perfect, kind, gentle young master she once knew seemed to be drifting further away, and she was starting to lose sight of him. 

Christopher froze abruptly. His lips were pale and dry, slightly parted. 

Before he could say anything, his phone rang. 

Christopher pulled away from Yvonne’s body, reaching into his pants pocket for his phone. 

The name displayed on the screen made his brow furrow deeply. 

“Why do you have time to call me?”