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.

than physical torture. He could barely endure it

said with his hoarse and broken

You've been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking are harmful for your health.

speaking, Dean suddenly slammed on the brakes, jolting the

going on?" Ryan's phoenix-like

he frantically honked the horn. "M-Mr. Hoffman, we're in a standoff with another car ahead.

that although the car was not as luxurious as

individuals or high-ranking

reluctantly said to Dean, "Let's

forward," Ryan

Mr. Hoffman,

way. He should've made way for us. If he

not dare to disobey Ryan's orders. He shifted gears

resounding crash, the hood of the opposing

him a lesson. "Are you blind? Did you not see the license plate before daring to bump into us? You've got

barked, emboldened by his backer. "Can you take responsibility if the person inside

sitting in the back seat. Upon realization, she was stunned. "Mr. Hoffman, that's Mayor Solloway's son, Jason

gaze was like sharp arrows piercing through the car with a bone-piercing chill.

Ryan. Accompanied by his bodyguards, Jason

as a brewing storm and the other with a

feigned politeness at the recent Iverson family banquet, this was pure disdain

might need to replace your driver.