The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1792

“Cough, cough… I’m fine!” Liam clutched a handkerchief soaked in blood to his nose, a clear testament to the ferocity of Ryan’s attack.

The board meeting continued, albeit awkwardly.

Logan casually picked up the documents from the table, flipping through them nonchalantly.

Under Ryan’s intimidating gaze, he was the only one who dared to move.

“Liam, are you sure this report is genuine?” Logan asked with a look of disbelief.

Liam immediately shouted, “This report bears the stamp of a certified institution. You can get it verified, too!”

Ryan’s brows furrowed deeply as his suspicious gaze slowly shifted to his grandfather.

He knew his grandfather well enough to know that if it were his first time hearing about the matter, he would not be this calm.

Besides, such a psychiatric report about a member of the Salvador family was highly confidential. It was inaccessible to outsiders.

Only Carrie’s parents, Gregory and Shannon, would have it.

of Ryan marrying Carrie, he would not have

daughter, he had a strong sense of pride and would not resort to such

did Liam get this

have

document back on the table, and his expression remained calm. “You might’ve been tricked, Liam. Don’t present a fake document and make a fool of yourself. That would

his eyes filled with a dark fury as he gritted his teeth. “I have evidence proving that Salvador girl

those words, the large

turned toward

cold as his blood seemed to freeze. He felt like someone was crushing his violently beating heart, about to tear his flesh and drain his blood

Carrie was out of control. She was crying,

piercing cries echoed through the board

everyone present to frown in confusion

Ryan’s eyes were bloodshot, and his voice

cries seemed futile against the thin screen that separated them into two

this, right? I wasn’t slandering her at all. That girl is

his scheme. “No one did anything to her, and she’s already screaming like that. What normal person does that? What else could it be but madness? If we let such a woman become the future Mrs. Hoffman, what would become of our