The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Following the orders of Elias, the Southern Star Syndicate members, whose hands had been in their pockets thus far, pulled out expandable batons. "D-Don't you dare!"

Aaron's voice turned high-pitched from fright. "Don't you know where our family stands in Hatchbay? The Thompsons might be the top family, but we aren't far behind them. You're barking up the wrong tree." "Haha, even a child knows that the Thompsons are the wealthiest family around, but I have never heard of your family."

Elias cracked his neck to loosen his muscles before sneering. "But I guess you are what people call a runner-up. Still, you don't place anywhere outside Hatchbay. Hahaha!"

Elias' chuckles triggered laughter from his crew and Axel.

Even Declan, who was not one to laugh, curled his lips.

"Y-You!" Aaron stumbled for words.

Alvin glared at his son, finding him an embarrassment to himself and the family.

"Mr. Larson, it's not too late for you to drop this whole thing and leave."

diplomacy before violence. "Things can get heated up if we get into a fight. You're not getting any younger. You're looking at weeks, if not months, of

but the

someone so stubborn. Get him,

Star Syndicate charged ahead of Elias'

floral shirts were at each other's throats in the parking

the Larsons from harm, but they were still pushed, shoved

cried in pain being kicked

the sidelines when a Larson henchman approached him and swung his

Axel knew it,

Declan swooped in and dislocated the bodyguard's arm before

a sleek

you're

think only Justin can stand