The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan knew this was Liam's way of making the "game" more difficult for him.

He no longer played around with words and sprinted toward the elevator several meters away, frantically pressing the buttons.

A few excruciating seconds later, the doors slowly opened, only to reveal five henchmen waiting inside, wielding sharp blades.

At the swimming pool, Liam lay on a lounge chair, smoking his favorite cigar while playing his favorite rustic tunes on his phone. Every few minutes, he glanced at his watch, smacked his lips, and continued to rest his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, the elevator doors directly facing the pool beeped and opened. Liam's bored, half-closed eyes suddenly widened.

He saw Ryan stepping over bodies strewn on the ground.

Ryan's steps were heavy but resolute as he walked toward the pool. He was like a war god emerging from a sea of corpses.

Blood stained his cold, handsome face, and his white shirt had been dyed a glaring, striking red.

He had not expected Ryan to emerge alive from the elevator. But this kid just did it. When Logan was young, he was

his sworn enemy,

more than one knife wound on his body, and his arm was still bleeding. The elevator battle had nearly cost him his life, and it was his budding

Liam gave him a thumbs

Yasmin?" Ryan panted, the sweat on his face washing away the

talk." Liam turned off the rustic tunes and smiled meaningfully. "After

my grandfather

answered with a

"Why..."

extents from getting

been yours? Liam, you are utterly shameless and devoid of humanity." Ryan's words

who worked tirelessly to make Hoffman into one of the four major companies in Savrow, a

no..." Liam shook his finger. "What I want is mine. Anything I want is