The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"What did you just say... Say that again!" Ryan's breathing became erratic, his bloodshot eyes blazing with a fire capable of scorching heaven and earth.

The man was enraged at this moment, teetering on the brink of collapse. It was a sight that brought immense satisfaction to Jason.

Hence, Jason lifted his chin triumphantly and laughed wildly. "Mr. Hoffman, I should thank you the most for my outcome with Carrie today. If your family had not mistreated Carrie, tortured her to the brink, and resorted to such despicable acts as provoking the sick, wouldn't you and Carrie have gotten married long ago? Could I have had this wonderful fate?"

Earlier, Jason had whispered the news to Ryan. Therefore, Yasmin and Dean had not heard Jason's words.

But now, the two of them felt like lightning had struck them. An overwhelming wave of pain swept through their bodies.

"You're lying!"

Thud!

Ryan grabbed Jason by the collar, almost lifting the latter off the ground. Then, he slammed Jason against the car door.

The entire motion was as fast as lightning, catching even the Solloways' bodyguards off guard.

Yasmin and Dean blocked them

felt as if his spine was about to snap into several pieces. He had grown up pampered and privileged, never having suffered

good does it do to get mad at me?! You lost Carrie all by yourself. You couldn't protect your

throat filled with

would never allow their daughter to marry into the Hoffman family! Do you think it was my family forcing Carrie into the marriage? She agreed to marry me

his fists clenching tightly. He swung his fist toward Jason's face,

"Mr. Hoffman!"

her calloused palm enveloping his

molars remained tightly clenched. He could not bring himself to suppress the intense

ahead. Hit me! Why aren't you hitting me

have the guts to do so. The Hoffmans have already offended the Salvadors. If you dare to touch me, I'll make sure your family will never land another

the chilly hours of the morning, Carrie had not

fully engrossed in her