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.

than physical torture. He could barely endure it any

cigarette," Ryan said with his hoarse and

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

Dean suddenly slammed

Ryan's phoenix-like

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

the car was not as luxurious as

only privileged individuals or

Dean, "Let's reverse and

forward,"

Mr. Hoffman, that

way. He should've made way for us. If he doesn't understand the rules, why

dare to disobey Ryan's orders. He shifted

a resounding crash, the hood of the

teach him a lesson. "Are you

"Can you take responsibility

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

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

Accompanied by his bodyguards, Jason leisurely stepped

eyes as cold as a brewing storm and the other with a mocking

feigned politeness at the recent Iverson family banquet, this

said, "Mr. Hoffman, you might need to replace