The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 463

Chapter 463 

“But you were careless, and Rosalind played you like a fiddle. If I hadn’t acted quickly and come to your rescue, your grandfather and 

father would have turned you away after what you did at your 

grandfather’s birthday celebration.” 

“I’m Dad’s favorite. How could he abandon me?” Not having it, Bethany talked back. 

Smack! 

Livid, Shannon slapped Bethany. “I didn’t raise you to be disrespectful. How dare you talk back to me!” 

Dumbfounded by the blow, Bethany put her hand over her cheek and curled up into a ball. She hid the resentment in her eyes. 

“You hang around Zoe, but the girl has you fooled. What are you good for? Thank goodness you’re not in charge. Otherwise, you would have bankrupted the family business a long time ago.” 

Feeling battered by Justin and Gregory, Shannon turned her anger on Bethany. “You should lay low like your sister since you’re not as intelligent as Zoe and Rosalind. Stop trying to get one up on Bella. If 

your sister weren’t mentally challenged, she would be far more competent than you. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t put all my eggs in 

one basket. You’re such a loser!” 

In other words, Shannon was saying that Bethany was worse than 

Carrie. 

Bethany gnashed her teeth resentfully without saying a word. Tears 

of humiliation pooled in her bloodshot eyes. 

Shannon dragged a crying Bethany to the Hoffmans’ residence. 

The household staff was speechless and gave Bethany, who had 

gone viral online, strange looks. 

“Oh, my. What happened to Ms. Bethany? Don’t tell me Young Master 

Ryan got her pregnant.” 

“Ms. Bethany is not pregnant, is she?” 

“Impossible. Young Master Ryan might be a playboy, but he wouldn’t bring his personal affairs here.” 

“Besides, Young Master Ryan has high standards. I doubt Ms. 

Bethany makes the cut. She’s got a bad reputation.” 

The chatter drove Bethany to see red. 

These people worked for the Hoffmans, so she was not in a position 

to yell at them. Anger overwhelmed her every being. 

“Where’s Mrs. Hoffman? I want to see her now.” 

Shannon shouted at the butler. It was clear that she was looking for 

trouble. 

“Mrs. Hoffman isn’t well to see visitors. Please leave, Mrs. Salvador.” 

The butler made up an excuse with a dry laugh. 

“Cut the bullshit. Her daughter took advantage of mine, and now my 

daughter is ruined. Do they think they can solve the issue by holing up 

at home?” 

With rage consuming her, Shannon left her inhibitions out the 

window. She was not at the Salvadors’ residence, so she did not have 

to keep up with appearances anyway. “I’m not leaving until Mrs. 

Hoffman responds to the issue now.”