The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Yvonne's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise.

"We don't accept guests without a reservation at Pivotage."

"But his secretary just called and told us to accommodate Mr. Hoffman."

The subordinate then whispered, "Our boss also instructed you to keep an eye on Mr. Hoffman's actions tonight and retain any video evidence if anything unusual happens."

Having followed Christopher for many years, Yvonne instantly grasped his intentions. She responded coolly, "Alright."

After the subordinate left, she redirected her complex gaze to the screen.

Just then, another convoy of luxury cars followed Ryan's vehicle, driving aggressively into the underground parking lot.

However, those cars remained silently parked in the shadows. Their occupants made no further moves.

Yet it gave Yvonne a foreboding sense of imminent chaos.

Meanwhile, a heavily intoxicated Liam, supported by bodyguards, stumbled into the parking lot.

His legs wobbled, and he could barely walk straight. Despite his slurred speech, he continued to hurl insults at the Hoffman family, seemingly oblivious that he was also part of the same bloodline.

as Liam reached the middle of the parking lot, a blinding headlight beam hit

noise of a roaring engine filled

"M-Mr. Hoffman! Watch out!"

a moment to realize that a speeding, all-black Bentley was barreling toward

looked as if it would run

him in that critical moment. Instead, they scattered in

come any

shattered the

on its brakes just half a meter from Liam, its front end crashing into his bloated

Liam flying, it threw him several meters back, and he landed

"Urghhh-!"

he had eaten that evening, leaving him covered in foul-smelling filth. Despite

standing there for?! Get the hell

a dozen black-clad thugs wielding

face led them into the light. It was

moment, Liam realized what was going on. He fumbled for his phone and shouted frantically, "What are you waiting for?!

the air was filled with cries of agony and the sound of bones breaking, echoing

of