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.

Ryan's voice was

control from the table and pressed a

turned his eyes warily and saw a cart carrying a large glass tank slowly moving

Her pure white dress was covered with dirt and blood, like a broken doll,

Madam!" Yasmin's tears gushed out

"Carrie!"

red eyes, the taut string

kicking it, and slamming it with his elbows. But the glass was so sturdy

glass has excellent soundproofing. She can't

and suffering so much, how could she wake up so soon? Don't you know

have known that your wife has been bullied and abused by her since middle school? You surely didn't know that

Ryan, now you must be filled with regret, right?