The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 673

Chapter 673 

Bella uncontrollably sat up straight. Her heartbeat quickened, and she stared at the stage attentively. 

Camilla was the closest to Bella, immediately noticing the fluctuation in her emotions. She narrowed her eyes. 

The crowd’s attention shifted from Christopher to the stage. 

“Haha! It’s my grandson. It’s my grandson’s gift!” Nigel patted Asher on his left and Lance on his right excitedly. 

Nigel knew his grandson would make a move. How could Justin let 

that scheming punk from the Iverson family steal the spotlight? 

“Lance, looking at your son’s actions, does he fancy Anna too?” Nigel 

asked, raising his eyebrows. 

“Anna?” 

“Ahem… It’s Bella’s nickname. It’s an old habit of mine.” Nigel blurted 

it out habitually. 

Lance pursed his lips, revealing nothing on his face. “My fourth son was used to fooling around outside. I really don’t know what he’s 

thinking.” 

“You don’t know?” 

Nigel chuckled teasingly. “On Celeste’s birthday, your youngest son presents a 17th-century antique worth over $30 million. Isn’t he trying to earn Wyatt’s favor? It seems your son really likes Bella.” 

“I’m not too sure about the affairs between these youngsters.” Lance’s smile was a bit stiff. 

“Although you say so, let me still give you a word of advice.” 

Nigel casually leaned backward, raising his brows smugly. “Bella will definitely end up with my grandson. I suggest you comfort your son. There are plenty of women in the world, and with his good looks, he could find someone more suitable. Don’t waste his precious time on 

a woman out of his reach.” 

Lance was stunned. He could only smile dryly. 

On the side, even Asher’s expression changed, curling his lips discreetly. 

Old Master Nigel was truly unpredictable. He must have been a man of character and charisma in his youth. 

In the shadows, Christopher’s handsome face darkened. He had 

expected Justin to give something, but not with such a high profile! It 

was beyond his expectations. 

At this moment, the emcee carried another tray covered with a red 

cloth to the stage and placed it on the display table. 

Christopher heard sturdy footsteps coming up from behind him. He 

turned around with a cold gaze, only to see Justin calmly stepping into the spotlight in front of everyone. 

“Madam Celeste, this is my gift to you.” 

Justin stood still beside Christopher, looking as beautiful as a 

sculpture. “Happy birthday. May your day be filled with joy, 

surrounded by loved ones and precious moments.” 

He carried himself in a dignified and courteous manner, presenting the image of an exceptional young man. 

Nigel beamed brightly. No matter how he saw it, his grandson was