The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 894

Chapter 894 

“It’s only natural for Bella to hit me since I owe it to her.” Justin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, his grip tightening gradually, intensifying the discomfort Christopher felt. 

“If she wanted to stab me in the heart with a knife or cut me to 

shreds, I would willingly endure it.” 

Justin continued. “But you? Who do you think you are to lay a hand on me? I’m only here for Bella’s sake. Don’t push your luck and think that I’ll tolerate your nonsense.” 

With a swift motion, Justin raised his hand, sending Christopher stumbling back until his back slammed against the wall. 

At that moment, Christopher realized the difference in their strength. 

He wasn’t a match for Justin. 

“Hahahaha!” Christopher leaned against the wall, his sinister laughter echoing in the dimly lit staircase, a stark contrast against his delicate, fair complexion. “So you still haven’t given up on Bella, huh? You still 

want to compete with me? Do you really think you stand a chance. 

against me?” 

“Christopher, I never intended to compete with you,” Justin replied calmly, his voice steady despite the tension between them. “If your truly love Bella, I won’t stand in your way. I won’t interfere with anyone who wants to give her their love.” 

Justin was aware that he had never given Bella the love she deserved. If someone else could, he was willing to let her go. 

“But I know exactly what kind of person you are, so I’ll keep my eyes 

on you. If you show even the slightest hint of wrongdoing, I won’t let you off the hook.” 

Justin’s eyes flashed with a sharp and intimidating glare.” 

Christopher, you’ll always be under my radar.” 

With that, Justin turned around arrogantly and left, slamming the door 

behind him. 

Christopher thought, ‘Justin, even someone like you can’t guarantee. your own safety. What makes you think you can compete with me for 

Bella?’ 

Christopher adjusted his golden-rimmed glasses. His once-angelic features turned sinister. 

In a sudden burst of rage, he smashed the glass door of the fire hydrant to pieces with his fist. “Justin… The price of stealing my 

woman is to die in hell!” 

Ryan had been waiting outside the hospital for Justin, smoking 

cigarettes one after another. 

When he spotted Justin emerging from the door, pale as a ghost, Ryan put out his cigarette with his feet and called out to him. “Justin!”