The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Upon hearing her words, Ryan's eyes darkened. "You've called the wrong number. If you have a problem, call the police. I'm not handling this."

Call the police? She would not dare to call them!

After spending years with Liam, her hands were far from clean. If she reported this to the authorities, they would uncover everything, and she would eventually end up behind bars.

"Ryan! Liam has gone mad! He killed your grandfather!" Selena screamed hoarsely.

Ryan froze, then spun around abruptly. His handsome face was tense, and every muscle strained as his heart pounded against his ribcage.

"What did you just say? Repeat that!"

"Last night... Liam asked to meet your grandfather at the old Hoffman Estate. After hearing about it, I followed them, intending to settle the divorce issue with your grandfather face-to-face... But instead, I saw Liam and Lewis dragging body bags out of the villa. I even heard Liam instruct Lewis to dispose of your grandfather and his secretary's bodies!"

Selena's voice trembled as she recounted the terrifying scene, replaying it in her mind. "I was so scared that I turned and ran, but they saw me! They must have seen my car and realized it was me. I've been hiding in a small motel since last night. I'm too terrified to get out of here. Liam's men are definitely hunting for me. He'll kill me if I show up in front of him! If he can kill his father, what am I to him?"

say how he's going to handle the bodies?" Ryan's mind was reeling, and he struggled to keep

told Lewis to take them west. I don't know anything else other than

"Yasmin, stay here."

Without further explanation, he disappeared like a

could not hear Selena's continued cries over the phone. He relied solely

could see were the happy and smiley faces

perfect, except for the small part with him in it, which was collapsing into darkness. Memories

remembered his grandfather being the one who often took him out when

Millionaire, the Doberman his grandfather had

were and how his grandfather had bought him

also the one who gave him

life fighting and killing. My hands are stained with blood. I'm tired of it. I hope that the Hoffman family can walk

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