The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1083

Chapter 1083

On the other side, Justin blocked the news of Winston’s medical parole, and the criminals who assaulted Winston were under his control.

Today, lan received a phone call from the prison warden. “Mir. Salvador has great foresight! Someone has been secretly checking on Winston’s condition for the past few days. I’ve followed your instructions and spread the news that Winston has died from the assault."

Ian told the warden. “Good job. Mr. Salvador will reward you."

Then, he relayed the news to Justin.

Justin sat in his office, his gaze fixed on his new phone wallpaper, seemingly in a daze. The screen showed a cute picture of Bella sitting on their balcony, bathing in the sun with a bare face.

His thin lips curled up dotingly, and his eyes were filled with tenderness as he lightly caressed his lover’s face with his fingertips.

“Wow... Young Madam is so beautiful. Anyone would be charmed by her!” Ian leaned forward behind Justin, craning his neck and staring at Bella’s picture with shining eyes.

“Yeah, she’s so beautiful..."

Wait a minute!

Justin suddenly returned to his senses and quickly set down his phone.

He glared at Ian coldly. “Who allowed you to see it? Stop leaning forward."

“Hehe, everyone loves beauty.” Ian straightened his back, scratching his head awkwardly.

“Love?” Justin’s expression sank, and his gaze carried murderous intent.

“Ahem... 1 mean admire and respect!” Ian was frightened . He almost slapped himself to prove his innocence.

Justin then asked lightly, “What's the matter?"

Perhaps Justin wanted to comfort himself, but he took a deep breath and clenched his fists, whispering, “It’s okay. I believe I can overcome all obstacles with Bella. We have a long way to go."

After knowing that Winston had died, Bethany was so excited that she danced around in the villa, frightening all the servants. They thought she inherited her mother’s madness.

With such great news, Bethany naturally had to claim merit from Shannon immediately.

“Really?! Is Winston really dead?!"

The mother and daughter locked their door, not even daring to turn on the lights. They sat in the darkness as they chatted excitedly, like two rats in the dark sewers.

“He's dead! The prison warden said so. It can't be wrong!"

“Great... It’s great!"