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

said with his hoarse and broken

smoking and drinking are harmful

finish speaking, Dean suddenly slammed on

Ryan's phoenix-like

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

as luxurious as Ryan's,

or high-ranking government officials

reluctantly said to Dean, "Let's

forward," Ryan

hesitated. "But Mr. Hoffman, that

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

to disobey Ryan's orders. He shifted gears and

hood of the opposing car flew

prepared to teach him a lesson. "Are you blind? Did

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

man sitting in the back seat. Upon realization, she was

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

Ryan. Accompanied by

one with eyes as cold as a brewing

the recent Iverson family banquet, this was pure disdain and

you might need to replace your driver. His driving