The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 612

Chapter 612 

Ryan’s private jet descended at Savrow Airport in the middle of the 

night. 

Zoe, with her vibrant brown curls cascading down her back and a luxurious fur coat draped around her, stepped down from the staircase and entered a fancy car. 

Since the knockoff incident with Bethany, Ryan banned Zoe from leaving the house and confiscated her phone. That way, Zoe could not contact her friends who might lead her astray. 

Later, she made a huge fuss and starved herself. 

Feeling bad for Zoe, Claire persuaded her son to lift the ban and send 

Zoe to Inalia instead for some soul-searching. 

Now that it was winter, Ryan begrudgingly let Zoe return to Savrow 

Zoe had spent way too much time in Inalia, but Ryan never once 

visited her. That was cruel of him. 

“Where’s Ryan? Why didn’t he pick me up from the airport?” 

Zoe threw a tantrum in front of Ryan’s bodyguard, Adam. She k 

kicking the back of the front passenger seat, where Adam sat. 

Adam had watched Zoe grow up. Although he was Ryan’s confidante, 

he had also worked for Zoe for a long time. Adam looked at Zoe 

tenderly and was coy about Ryan’s whereabouts. 

“Mr. Hoffman has been busy lately.” 

“He’s changed. I don’t mean anything to him anymore.” Zoe pounded the back of the seat in tears. “He would always pick me up, no matter how busy he was before. This time around, he didn’t even call me once. He doesn’t care about me anymore!” 

She screamed and fussed until she choked out sobs. 

Adam felt bad for her. 

In the end, Adam mustered the courage and murmured, “I have news, Ms. Hoffman, but you must keep your cool.” 

“What is it?” Zoe took the tissue from the bodyguard to wipe her tears. 

“Mr. Hoffman hasn’t been in touch with you recently because he has been busy with Ms. Carrie Salvador.” Adam was secretive about it. 

“What did you say?” Zoe was baffled. 

“That’s not the only thing.” 

Adam drew closer to her and cut to the chase. “Mr. Hoffman is living 

with Ms. Carrie now.” 

“No way! No way!” 

Seeing red, Zoe yelled, “How could that fool live in my family home? My brother has never brought a woman home before.” 

“Mr. Hoffman didn’t bring her back to the Hoffmans’ residence. He 

kept her in one of his many properties.” 

Zoe felt her world crumbling. 

“Where exactly? Take me there now. 

yersspprivate residence was nestled amid the affluence of Savrow’s 

filssidel its white walls and green top a testament to wealth. 

Mihouobinthe house was not as grand as the Hoffmans residence, the 

area wwws mouet and serene with stunning views. It was a perfect place 

QUAMMORelax. 

van had stayed with Carme during her recovery in the past few days. 

roppang hits work and social engagements to keep her company 

for Corne’s sake. he retired from playing the field and changed 

aspain’s oporo of 

Ryan, I made you agit Come and take a look.” 

Carrie, dressed in a reef boodle with a white fluffy lining, smiled jleefully as she tookRwards hand and dragged him to the backyard 

(asmin stared at the bees molt face, finding that Carrie resembled the 

ittle red riding hood. 

iven a wornan like her was taskendo dente, much less Ryan. 

Slow down. We have not cheerce the snow from the path. I don 

vant you to fall.” The man’s we were filled with tenderness. 

tyan cared for Carrie so much during the past few days that he ha 

ot let her feet touch the ground. Het onted her around the villa, 

except when she had to use the bathropom 

He realized what it meant to spoil someone 

t was a blanket of white in the backyard: Tadlash greenery covered 

in snow was a beautiful sight. 

Carrie was like a blossoming flower in the winter wonderland, capturing Ryan’s entire attention and pulling his heartstrings. 

“Look, Ryan!” 

Ryan held Carrie’s frozen hand tight in his grasp as she pointed at the 

plump snowman in the middle of the yard. Her eyes were smiley. “I 

made you a snowman. It’s pretty, right?” 

He was filled with glee until he got a good look at the snowman. 

His headshot was stuck to the face of the plump snowman, and it 

was creepy. 

That was not the only thing. 

The picture Carrie chose did not capture his good looks. 

Besides, the headshot was black and white, the type used on 

gravestones. 

“I have a lot of nice photos, Carrie. Why did you pick this one?” Ry 

was speechless. 

“Uh… I took this picture in secret. I wanted to give you a surprise.” Carrie looked up at him, wide-eyed and rosy-cheeked. 

“Why did you get the photo in black and white?” 

“Erm… The printer ran out of colored ink.” 

Ryan sighed wryly and ran his fingers down her red hoodie. 

All was fine with him. 

He S 

not have asked for more when Carrie made him a gift. 

“Woof! Woof!” 

Suddenly, Ryan’s pet Doberman sprung out of nowhere and pounced