The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 948

Chapter 948 

Drew’s eyebrows furrowed. In a fit of anger, he crushed the glass 

barehanded. 

Asher flinched, instinctively moving back to avoid the shards of glass flying toward him. 

“If Wyatt dares to allow Bella to marry into the Iverson family, even if I don’t take Christopher’s life, I’ll even make sure that he won’t be able 

to have kids!” 

At that moment, the door swung open. To their surprise, Arnold confidently entered with a serving tray, startling both of them. 

“We were in the middle of a conversation, Mr. Larson. Shouldn’t you 

have knocked as a matter of courtesy?” Asher’s expression showed a 

hint of helplessness but no sign of any resentment. 

“Can’t you see my hands are occupied!” Arnold snapped back as he 

narrowed his eyes. He walked over and placed the tray on the coffee 

table with an exasperated huff. 

With a sarcastic tone, he added, “I used my butt to push the door 

open, cousin.” Arnold addressed Asher mockingly. “If you think I’m 

impolite, I can go out and knock again.” 

Drew smirked as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, observing Arnold from head to toe with amusement. 

“Is there anything you need?” Asher asked as he lowered his gaze. 

“My aunt personally made some chicken soup and asked me to bring 

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it to you two.” Arnold deliberately adopted a passive stance, just to 

annoy Asher. 

“I don’t like soup. Could you grab a beer from the hall? Preferably 

chilled,” Drew said as he casually crossed his legs on the edge of the 

coffee table, shaking the cigarette between his lips up and down. 

“Got a light? Help me out.” 

Arnold snapped, “You! You’re pushing it too far!” 

His face turned red with anger as he felt that Drew was pushing his luck. He wished he could pour the hot chicken soup over Drew’s head 

for his attitude. Did Drew really believe he could command Arnold like 

a servant? 

“Drew, stop fooling around.” 

Asher, who had been silent, finally spoke calmly with his deep, 

captivating voice, which Arnold found seductive. 

“Mr. Larson is Aunt Mila’s nephew, and he’s our guest. Let’s not jo 

around without boundaries.” 

“Okay, okay! I get it. I have no boundaries, no sense of moderation, 

manners, and no shame. I’ll leave, so I won’t bother anyone.” 

Drew took back his cigarette, stood up gracefully, and casually took a 

sip from the bowl before smacking his lips. 

He remarked, “It’s too bland.” 

Arnold’s eyes widened in disbelief. Wyatt’s children were all excellent 

individuals. Yet it seemed chaos followed Drew. He seemed like an