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.

more agonizing than physical torture. He could barely endure

a cigarette," Ryan said

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

suddenly slammed on the

going on?" Ryan's phoenix-like

with sweat as he frantically honked the horn. "M-Mr. Hoffman,

luxurious as Ryan's, it had a distinctive

Savrow, only privileged individuals or high-ranking government officials drove such

to Dean, "Let's reverse and make way for

forward," Ryan ordered

hesitated. "But Mr. Hoffman, that

the wrong way. He should've made way for us. If he doesn't understand the rules, why show him

orders. He shifted gears

the hood of the opposing car flew

driver stormed over, ready to argue with them. Dean was equally prepared to teach him a lesson. "Are you

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

the back seat.

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

Ryan. Accompanied by

eyes as cold as a brewing storm

at the recent Iverson family banquet, this was pure disdain

might need to