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!

are you here?" Bethany shivered as she took a step

she would get excited at the sight

his handsome face expressionless, not even bothering

to retrieve some stuff for

his narrow eyes carrying a hint of mockery, and he patted the safe. "Whatever

touch that safe... My mother left it for me!" Ryan raised his brows, his temper flaring up. He suddenly knocked heavily on

Bang! Bang! Bang!

panic, afraid that he would

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

would not lead the Hoffman family

She left this safe for me! You... You guys... Don't dream of snatching it away from

second, Ryan punched in the four-digit passcode, and with

open in shock, staring with disbelief at the scene

could it be... I don't even

inside are not yours. Your mother left

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 then she'll grant you some good stuff if she's happy. But you should act fast, or she

vision blackened

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

I brought my

pulled a woven bag from his back pocket, and with a casual sweep of his hand, he secured

Justin's brows twitched.

It was like a bandit