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.

torture. He could barely endure

cigarette," Ryan said

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

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

Ryan's phoenix-like eyes

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

was not as luxurious as Ryan's, it had a distinctive black-and-white

individuals or high-ranking government

reluctantly said to Dean, "Let's reverse and

drive forward," Ryan ordered

"But Mr. Hoffman, that

way for us. If he doesn't understand

dare to disobey Ryan's orders. He shifted

the hood of the opposing car flew

prepared to teach him a lesson. "Are you blind? Did you not see the license plate before daring to bump into us? You've got

you take responsibility

the glare of the headlights, Yasmin saw the man sitting in the back seat. Upon realization, she was stunned.

car with a bone-piercing chill. He

Accompanied by his bodyguards, Jason leisurely stepped out of

cold as a brewing storm and the

politeness at the recent Iverson

to replace your

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