The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 281

Bella smiled and said, “You can alter your face or name, but it doesn’t change your history, no matterhow you try to erase them. There are no secrets that can be hidden forever. There are some things Iwon’t mention, not because I’m kind, but because they have nothing to do with me, and I can’t bebothered. However, if you dare provoke me again, don’t blame me for unveiling some of your lies.”

Rosalind’s heart convulsed violently, a shiver coursing down her spine. The thought that Bella knew hersecrets left her with an unsettling chill

By the time Justin came out of Rose Manor, Bella and Christopher had departed. After the conversationwith Christopher, Justin sat alone in the cold breeze, stunned. By now, it was already late in theevening.

Justin had someone escort Rosalind back to the hospital. He then headed to Observation Tide Manorwith Ian, who was visibly distressed.

Ian was so anxious along the way that a cold sweat soaked through his suit. With a red face, hecontinuously apologized to Justin, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Mr. Salvador… Punish me however you seefit! It’s all my fault; I should’ve done better research. I had no idea the person I was dealing with wasfrom the Iverson family! It’s all my fault.” As he talked, the young man. choked on his tears.

Immersed in thought with closed eyes, Justin let out a faint sigh and said mockingly, “It’s such a trivialmatter. Why are you shedding tears over it?”

Ian stuttered, “But this… doesn’t seem trivial.”

“Christopher hasn’t been seen in the country for over a decade. It’s understandable if you can’t replaceinformation about him,” Justin said, closing his eyes once more and taking a deep breath. “Even if you

uncover something, the outcome will likely be the same. He won’t cooperate with us. The country hasseveral similar rose gardens; just contact them, and we’ll replace another supplier.”

“Yes, I’ll do that tomorrow.” Ian rubbed his eyes and sighed helplessly. “Mr. Iverson is quite generouswith Ms. Thompson. For such a significant project, he readily agreed. A regular businessman wouldweigh multiple options and carefully consider them, wouldn’t they?”

This remark, like a thorn, dug deep into Justin’s heart. He asked with a solemn tone, “Ian, did I treatBella poorly before? Did I mess up that badly?”

As Justin posed the question, Ian’s throat tightened. The pressure to respond to his question left himgrappling for words. Despite his straightforward nature, he wasn’t a fool. He had just messed up a task,and now his boss presented him with a life-or-death question. He felt like he was sitting on pins andneedles.

“It’s okay; I don’t blame you. You can speak your mind,” Justin saw through his cautious thoughts.

lan coughed and cleared his throat before he continued, “Mr. Salvador, to be honest, your treatment ofMs. Thompson… can’t be considered bad. Everything, from food and clothing to daily expenses, wastop-notch, Luxury cars and black cards, you never hesitate to provide

them.”

‘It was a marriage my grandfather had arranged between her and me-more in name than in fact. Aslong as it’s within my means, I’ve never been stingy,’ thought Justin as he pinched his nose, amelancholy lingering in his heart.

Ian added, “If Ms. Thompson had seen this union as a business opportunity, reaping the benefits forthree years and then leaving, you indeed haven’t treated her poorly.”

Ian’s tone grew serious, and his brow furrowed. “It’s a shame, though. Ms. Thompson genuinely caresfor you. She once loved you wholeheartedly and cared for you tirelessly, day in and day out. Despiteyour cold treatment and the Salvador family’s mistreatment, she never uttered a complaint. Treating awoman who regarded you as a husband with such cruelty for those three years was just too ruthless. Inthe eyes of a woman deeply in love with you, the money was a stark humiliation.”

Justin found himself grappling with emotions. The weight of it sent a shiver down his throat. His chestsurged with intense emotions, creating an internal storm he desperately tried to

suppress.

Reflecting on those words, “she loved you”, Justin looked like he was on the verge of collapse.