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.

was more agonizing than physical torture. He could barely endure

Ryan said with his hoarse and broken

to suppress her heartache and 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 responsibility, so

Yasmin could finish speaking, Dean suddenly slammed on the

going on?" Ryan's phoenix-like eyes widened

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

although the car was not as luxurious as Ryan's, it had a

or high-ranking government officials

"Let's reverse

drive forward," Ryan ordered

Mr. Hoffman,

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

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

resounding crash, the hood of the opposing car

him a lesson. "Are you blind? Did you not see the

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

the glare of the headlights, Yasmin saw the man sitting in the back seat. Upon realization, she was stunned. "Mr. Hoffman, that's Mayor Solloway's son, Jason

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

the car, Jason also recognized Ryan. Accompanied by his

off, one with eyes as cold as a brewing

politeness at the recent Iverson family banquet,

"Mr. Hoffman, you might need to replace your driver. His driving skills are

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