The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Mr. Hoffman!"

From somewhere above Ryan, Yasmin's heart-wrenching cry reached his ears. Ryan's trembling eyelids lifted abruptly, and his stormy eyes narrowed again.

On the ten-meter diving platform over the swimming pool, Yasmin's hands were tightly bound with coarse hemp rope, and Lewis held a gun to her head, forcing her to stand precariously at the edge of the platform.

Below her feet was a terrifying height, and the swimming pool below was completely dry.

"Yasmin!"

Ryan's bloodstained white shirt was soaked in cold sweat. As he took two steps forward, Lewis immediately pointed the gun at him, forcing him to retreat!

"Mr. Hoffman, I'm sorry..." Tears filled Yasmin's eyes, choking her words.

Ryan gazed deeply at her without blinking. "No, you have never wronged me or anyone else. Yasmin. The one who should apologize is me."

Yasmin's heart was pierced sharply. She had accompanied Ryan through storms, fearing nothing, but she dreaded Ryan apologizing to her.

Carrie?" Ryan's

a remote control

cart carrying a large glass tank slowly moving toward him. With a clunk, the cart's

inside, unconscious, and her wrists were shackled. Her pure white dress was covered with dirt and blood, like a broken doll, cruelly displayed in a showcase

Yasmin's tears

"Carrie!"

the taut string in

the thick glass, kicking it, and slamming it with his elbows. But the glass was so sturdy that it did not crack even in the slightest. The

excellent soundproofing. She can't

his hand. "Your wife is just unconscious. After enduring so many beatings and suffering so much, how could she wake up so soon? Don't you

your back? Would you have known that your wife has been bullied and abused by her since middle school? You surely didn't know that Jason wanted me to marry this girl under Zorders,

culprit who ruined your beloved. Hahaha... Ryan, now you must be filled with regret, right? Don't you feel that