The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

It did not feel like a divorce, more like a group of bandits raiding a village!

The servants thought that Liam, a notorious money-grubber, would jump up in anger and lose his temper.

Unexpectedly, Liam merely said, "Got it."

He looked indifferent as he headed upstairs.

However, his unusual calmness sent a chill down their spines instead.

Liam received a call from Selena as soon as he walked into his empty room.

"Liam, you've been discharged from the hospital and are about to migrate overseas to live out the rest of your days. Shouldn't you hurry up and finalize the divorce?"

"There's no point for you to drag it out. The longer you drag, the more I can't control my mouth. If anything got out, it would only make your situation

the coffee table, carving words on the expensive table expressionlessly. "Selena, we've been married for many years, and I've never mistreated you in any way. I didn't want to come to this point. I still have feelings for you. Can we discuss the

grateful for being able to live. Do you still need a luxury like dignity?" Selena's tone was full of resentment and disdain. "All these

displeasure for decades and become

worse than a beggar on the street. I've been waiting for this day for too long! Tomorrow afternoon is your final deadline. If you still don't sign the papers, I'll confront Logan. By then, I can't guarantee that I won't say anything

The call ended.

as

put down the knife without a ripple in his

meet the old man one

left the room, leaving only the ugly and twisted word on the coffee table that read,

in the study with his secretary,