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.

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

a roaring engine filled the empty

"M-Mr. Hoffman! Watch out!"

speeding, all-black Bentley was

it would run him

stepped in to shield him in that critical moment. Instead, they scattered

Don't come any

shattered the cold

a meter from Liam, its front

flying, it threw him several meters back, and he

"Urghhh-!"

him covered in foul-smelling filth. Despite his entire body feeling like it might fall apart, he crawled and struggled to

standing there for?! Get the

a dozen black-clad thugs wielding machetes emerged from

yet fiercely determined face led them

for his phone and shouted frantically, "What are you waiting for?! Get them all!' Seeing no way out, his subordinates charged forward

with cries of agony and the sound of bones

fight settled, Liam lay beaten in a pool of blood,