The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Since Shannon was sentenced to death and Bethany was humiliated in public in the court's hallway, Bethany felt that what was left of her status at home had completely vanished and that whatever childhood filter her father had for her was shattered.

She had always relied on Shannon like a parasitic leech. She had also spent money like it was water.

However, Shannon's personal assets were confiscated by the government. All her secret savings stored under Shannon's name were gone overnight.

Apart from the two private properties Gregory bought for Bethany, two luxury cars, and the $3 million in her bank account, Bethany had nothing.

Bethany was used to spending money lavishly, so the feeling of not having money made her itch unbearably, as if she were covered in lice.

Gregory would notice if she sold the luxury cars and properties, but what could she do with just $3 million? It was not even enough for her to tip the male escorts!

After fretting about it for two days, Bethany suddenly thought of the safe by Shannon's bedside. Her few pieces of jewelry should not be confiscated yet. They would be worth at least $1 billion if she sold them. Therefore, Bethany immediately ran toward Shannon's bedroom, heading straight to the bedside with bloodshot eyes.

She dragged the entire safe to the table, staring greedily at the combination lock.

Her fingers were numb after trying a dozen times, punching in all the numbers related to the Salvador family and Shannon herself that she could remember, yet the safe remained sealed.

"Fuck! Why did you set such a complicated password? Did you think you could bring them to your grave after you die?!"

Bethany jumped in anger, storming out to find a large hammer.

When she re-entered the room, hammer in hand, she was dumbfounded.

Two exceptionally handsome men appeared in the room-Justin and Ryan!

Why are you here?" Bethany shivered as she took

at the sight of Ryan, but now

his handsome face expressionless, not even bothering

to retrieve some

of mockery, and he patted the

Don't touch that safe...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

in panic, afraid that

his gaze to Ryan, looking speechless. He could not imagine that his immature best friend would be the

hoped Ryan would not lead

You... You guys...

four-digit passcode, and

mouth hung open in shock, staring with disbelief

don't even know the

the things inside are not yours. Your mother left it for my

tilted his head, his lips curling into an infuriating smirk. "If you want them, you can go visit your mother one last time in prison. Remember to sweet-talk her. Maybe

vision blackened

for her? That damned idiot! Her brain seemed to be working fine during critical moments. Justin parted his thin lips. "There's quite a bit here. Do you want me to ask the butler to prepare a box

need. I

pocket, and with a casual sweep of his hand, he secured all of the

Justin's brows twitched.

like a bandit raiding