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.

physical torture. He could barely endure it

give me a cigarette," Ryan said

The doctor said smoking and drinking are

speaking, Dean suddenly slammed on the

going on?" Ryan's phoenix-like eyes

the horn. "M-Mr. Hoffman, we're in a standoff with

as luxurious as Ryan's,

only privileged individuals or high-ranking government officials drove such

said to Dean, "Let's reverse and make

forward," Ryan

Mr.

way for us. If he doesn't understand

orders. He shifted gears and stepped on

hood of

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 into

backer. "Can you take responsibility if

saw the man sitting in the back seat. Upon realization,

with a bone-piercing chill. He opened the door and got out, with Yasmin quickly

car, Jason also recognized Ryan. Accompanied by his bodyguards, Jason leisurely stepped

off, one with eyes as cold as a brewing storm

to the feigned politeness at the recent Iverson family banquet,

"Mr. Hoffman, you might need to