The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

On the way back, Dean drove, while Yasmin sat in the passenger seat. Ryan was sitting in the back.

"Mr. Hoffman, we must be on guard from now on."

Yasmin spoke cautiously, "Christopher is the owner of Pivotage. With the commotion we caused tonight, he'll definitely hear about it. I'm worried he might use tonight's incident to come after you."

"It doesn't matter. He's nothing but a pale, beardless coward."

Ryan's voice remained sharp and arrogant, but it was hoarse, burning with intensity. "I got what I wanted. Liam had someone injure your leg, so I cut off his arm. We're even now. As for the rest, who cares?"

"Thank you for avenging me, Mr. Hoffman." Tears filled Yasmin's eyes, and her voice choked with emotion.

"But I hope this is the last time you're doing something like this. From now on, I can avenge myself. I don't want you getting into any more trouble because of me."

Ryan pressed his pale lips into a thin line, remaining silent.

"Mr. Hoffman, are you heading home now?" Dean asked, glancing at the resting Ryan through the rearview mirror.

"Home... Pfft, do I even have a home now?"

Ryan coughed heavily, as if swallowing the bitterest gall in the world, making it almost unbearable to speak. "From the moment Carrie left me, I have had no home. I dare not even return to Willow Creek Villa anymore."

These days, he had nowhere to go and had been staying in the presidential suite of a hotel.

With his wealth, buying ten more villas would not be a problem. However, he dared not live alone in those empty houses.

Every place resembling his home would stir up a deep-seated longing for Carrie. Every corner reminded him of the happy times they once shared.

agonizing than physical torture. He could barely endure it any

Ryan said with his hoarse

and earnestly advised, "No, Mr. Hoffman. You've been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking are harmful for your health. You bear a heavy responsibility, so you mustn't collapse.

Dean suddenly slammed on the

on?" Ryan's phoenix-like

forehead beaded with sweat as he frantically honked the horn. "M-Mr. Hoffman, we're in a standoff with another car ahead. They're refusing to give

although the car was not as luxurious as Ryan's, it

only privileged individuals or high-ranking government

reluctantly said to Dean, "Let's

forward," Ryan ordered

Mr. Hoffman,

way for us. If he

orders. He shifted gears and

a resounding crash, the hood of the opposing

equally prepared to teach him a lesson. "Are you blind? Did you not see the

driver barked, emboldened by his backer. "Can you take

of the headlights, Yasmin saw the man sitting in the back seat. Upon realization, she was stunned. "Mr. Hoffman,

eyes widened. His gaze was like sharp arrows piercing through the car with a bone-piercing chill. He opened the door and got out, with Yasmin quickly

Jason also recognized Ryan. Accompanied by his bodyguards, Jason

men faced off, one with eyes as cold as a brewing

the feigned politeness at the recent Iverson family

to replace your driver. His