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

remote control from the table and

the pitch-dark area on the left. Ryan turned his eyes warily and saw a cart carrying a large glass tank slowly moving toward him. With a

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

tears

"Carrie!"

eyes, the taut string in his mind

elbows. But the glass was so sturdy that it did not crack even

yelling. The glass has excellent soundproofing. She

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

actually be thanking me. Without me, would you have known what good deeds your sister did behind your back? Would you have known that your wife has been bullied and abused by her since middle school?

sister you pampered for years is the very culprit who ruined your beloved. Hahaha... Ryan, now you must be filled with regret, right? Don't you