The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2420

“Ms. Amaryllis, we’ve searched everywhere. There’s nothing here.” One of the men reported.

Clarice’s brows furrowed in irritation. “Impossible! Where’s her phone?”

“No phone was found.”

This time, Clarice could not care less about appearances. She stormed forward, crouching down to grab Yvonne by the hair, forcing the battered woman to meet her gaze.

“Bitch! You must have been looking for something if you’re in Pivotage in the dead of night. What did you find? Hand it over, and I might spare your miserable life!”

Yvonne spat blood and saliva directly into Clarice’s face.

“You bitch!” Clarice’s eyes burned with rage, and she slapped Yvonne twice.

Her hand stinging from the impact but still unsatisfied, she screamed, “Take her away!”

Two men hurried forward, dragging Yvonne’s limp, bloodied body.

Clarice wiped the blood and spit from her face, her eyes bloodshot with fury. “Keep searching! Track every step she took to get here. I want every inch of the path searched!”

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Justin took the wheel himself, speeding toward Bella with reckless urgency.

Outside what was once their love nest, Bella stood silently in the biting cold. Snow fell, accumulating on her slim figure.

Unable to bear the sight, Wilma held an umbrella over her to shield her from the falling snow.

To the world, Bella seemed to possess everything. Yet, Wilma only saw the loneliness in her eyes. ‘Young Master Justin, when will you wake up? How could you let such a good woman slip away?’

A sleek black Maybach skidded to a dramatic stop before the villa, scattering snow in its wake.

Justin stepped out of the car, and he quickly strode toward Bella with determined steps.

Behind him, Ian stumbled out of the car, barely walking a few steps before doubling over and retching. Clearly, Justin’s driving had been too much for him.

“Young Master Justin! You’re finally here!” Wilma’s voice trembled, a mix of relief and reproach in her eyes as she looked at him.

Bella exhaled softly, her breath visible in the frigid air. She gazed into Justin’s deep black eyes, her lips trembling as if to speak but no words came.

Once, she had no reservations about making demands, throwing tantrums, or teasing him playfully. But now, all of that seemed to be privileges she had lost.

She hesitated, holding back.