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.

parking lot, a blinding headlight beam hit him,

noise of a roaring engine filled the

"M-Mr. Hoffman! Watch out!"

moment to realize that a speeding, all-black Bentley was barreling toward him without any intention of

as if it

that critical moment. Instead, they scattered

come any

scream shattered the

the Bentley slammed on its brakes just half a meter from Liam, its

it threw him several meters back, and he

"Urghhh-!"

foul-smelling filth. Despite his entire body feeling like it might fall

you standing there for?! Get the hell over

he could finish his sentence, more than a dozen black-clad thugs wielding

led them into the light. It was

"What are you waiting for?! Get them

cries of agony and the sound of bones breaking, echoing relentlessly in the vast parking lot, eerie as if it were the

lay beaten in a pool of blood, his expensive suit shredded into pieces by