The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 1206

A sharp, sarcastic voice rang out, causing Steven to abruptly raise his head.

Astrid emerged from the villa, along with her secretary and bodyguards. She stood a few steps higher with her arm crossed and looked down on Steven.

Astrid sneered. "Who do we have here? Oh, if it isn't Ms. Thompson's secretary and my sister-in-law's ex-boyfriend."

Steven's gaze turned cold. "What are you talking about?"

"So, you still don't know anything. How pitiful!" Astrid clicked her tongue and shook her head. She then handed her phone to the secretary. "Take it, let this poor little secretary have a good look, and wake up." The secretary took the phone and walked over to Steven, placing the screen in front of him. It was a picture of the moment when Amelia helped Charles.

Due to the camera's angle, their behavior looked incredibly ambiguous, with their bodies pressed closely together.

Steven felt like everything went dark, as if he had been struck by lightning. The thought of it was tearing him up inside.

"It's impossible... How could this be?" Steven murmured in disbelief.

"Why is it impossible?" Seeing Steven's devastated expression, Astrid couldn't contain her laughter. "Our families have already agreed to the marriage alliance. My father and Uncle Wyatt have already decided on it. Ms. Amelia is going to be the Second Young Madam of our Iverson family. Look, they get along so well. Love requires the blessings of both families. Otherwise, it's just mutual torment and a waste of everyone's time."

"You liar!" Steven trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot with uncontrollable panic.

"Don't believe me? Go ask Amelia yourself," Astrid said, squinting her cunning eyes. "Ah, I suppose Amelia no longer wishes to contact you. Otherwise, why would you be standing here alone, unable even to see her?"

Those words pierced through Steven's heaving chest like a bullet.

"I don't believe it... I won't believe your nonsense! Amelia would never be with Charles!" Steven roared as he stormed towards the gate. At this moment, his mind was blank, and all he wanted was to confront Amelia in person!

No, he wouldn't ask anything.

He didn't believe that Amelia, who loved him deeply, would agree to such a marriage. He wanted to take her away.

"Stop him!" Astrid commanded, and the Iverson family's bodyguards rushed toward Steven.

Steven charged ahead with reddened eyes, throwing punches wildly. He was a black belt in Taekwondo, so he had no trouble dealing with these bodyguards. But he had only recently recovered from severe injuries sustained in the fight between Bella and Winston, and his fighting prowess wasn't what it used to be.

Under the onslaught of the group, Steven gradually lost his ground.

While he was distracted, one of the bodyguards took out a baton and struck Steven's old shoulder injury directly. The pain caused Steven to groan loudly, and his sweat soaked his suit. Then, another kick landed on his abdomen, forcing him to step back half a step, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm.

Astrid's eyes darkened with malice as she sneered. "Who do you think you are? What does your family amount to? You were just the Thompson family's watchdog before. Do you think you can snatch a woman from my second brother? Why would anyone marry into your lowly Lovett family? Stop fantasizing about things beyond your reach and let go of this idea. Just go back and continue being Bella's obedient dog."

Steven seethed with hatred, his eyes blazing with fury and his fists clenched tightly, ready to strike again. But his shoulder hurt like hell, and he couldn't lift his arm.

The bodyguards stood in front of him like an impenetrable wall.

Astrid hummed a tune as she turned and walked away, gesturing with her finger, and the secretary hurried over.

"That kid is injured and not your match. Take care of him properly."

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