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 it

me a cigarette," Ryan said with

much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking are harmful for your health. You bear

Yasmin could finish speaking, Dean suddenly slammed on the brakes,

on?" Ryan's phoenix-like eyes

"M-Mr. Hoffman, we're in a standoff with another car ahead. They're

not as luxurious as Ryan's, it had a

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

Dean, "Let's reverse and make

forward,"

Mr. Hoffman, that

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

He shifted gears and stepped on the

crash, the hood of

stormed over, ready to argue with them. Dean was equally prepared to teach him a lesson. "Are you blind? Did you not see the license plate before daring to bump

you take responsibility if the person inside

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

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 following behind

by his bodyguards, Jason leisurely

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

politeness at the recent Iverson family banquet,

to replace your driver. His driving skills