The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1708

Meanwhile, Carrie, who had not been seen for a long time, finally joined Savrow Academy of Fine Arts thanks to Ryan's efforts and

money.

One week had passed since her admission. Despite sitting quietly in the last row and hiding behind a large drawing board, her

beautiful appearance still attracted the boys’ attention every tshe attended class.

Full of youthful energy, these young men were so distracted by her that they could hardly concentrate on their lessons. They were

craning their necks so much that they might develop spinal problems by the end of the class.

However, Carrie was entirely focused on the lecture, her hands constantly moving as she sketched,pletely unaware that she

had entered a wolf's den. She cherished this opportunity to learn to paint that Ryan had secured for her. She wanted to absorb all

the knowledge the teacher imparted and would not let herself be distracted for even a second.

After the morning classes, Carrie was busyanizing her art supplies. A group of boys nudged a relatively good-looking boy in

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Carrie's direction. Mustering up his courage, the boy scratched his head and walked toward the last row.

“Young Madam, | apologize for the delay. | received a call and couldn'te earlier.” Yasmin arrived at Carrie's side like a gust of

cold wind, efficiently picking up her art supplies and wrapping an arm around her soft waist.

Then, Yasmin lifted her cold, sharp gaze and scanned the boys. Her mere look was enough to scare them into silence. What a

beautiful woman, but with a murderous aura!

“What are you guys trying to do? Harass my boss's wife?” Yasmin's words were sharp, and her tone was icy.

‘Wife?!” The boys were stunned and thought to themselves. ‘What a pity! Who's the lucky guy?’

“Our Young Madam is married. If you keep staring, I'll report you for harassment.” Yasmin initially wanted to say, "I'll gouge your

eyes out," but considering they were Carrie's classmates, she decided against being too violent.

As Carrie walked out of the classroom, her moon-like face blushed, and she shyly lowered her head.

“Young Madam, | had simportant matters to handle at thepany today, so | was delayed. In the future, I'll wait for you by

the back door during your classes,” Yasmin said, recalling the boys earlier, feeling uneasy. No wonder Ryan wanted to keep her

hidden. Leaving such a pretty wife in a crowd was like throwing a lamb into a den of wolves. It was indeed worrying.

“Yasmin, Ryan and | haven't gotten married yet...” Carrie fluttered her long eyelashes. She felt sweet inside but was also a bit

embarrassed when Yasmin addressed her as Ryan's wife in front of her classmates.

“It's just a matter of a marriage certificate. Even if you're not married, Mr. Hoffman's heart and soul are yours, forever and always.”

Yasmin gently stroked her head, smiling warmly. “Mr. Hoffman is already privately planning the engagement. He's preparing to fly

to Inalia next month for a royal auction. There's a rare royal diamond up for bid, said to have been worn by their queen. Mr.

Hoffman intends to get it for you as an engagement ring, no matter the cost.”

“] don’t need Ryan to spend so much. It's enough that he hasin his heart,” Carrie said, gently tugging at Yasmin's clothes and

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shaking her head slightly.

“Mr. Hoffman wishes he could pluck the stars from the sky for you. You're worth it. Besides, you don’t need to save money for him.

He has nothing but you and money. Spending money is his greatest pleasure, so let him enjoy it.” Yasmin chuckled.

Just then, she received a message from Ryan and sighed quietly after reading it.

“Is Ryan noting hfor dinner tonight?” Carrie asked, sensitive to Yasmin’s mood change.

“Sorry, Madam. He has a board meeting and is quite busy...”

“It's okay. | understand. CEOs are always busy,” Carrie said, hugging the small bear in her arms tighter. She cleared the

disappointment from her clear eyes and smiled understandingly.

“I'll wait for him toe home. My second brother used to be very busy too, rarelying home. My sister-in-law would stay up,

waiting for him. No matter how late he cback, she would always take good care of him, never feeling tired.”