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.

gaining a bit more respect for the young man. He had not expected Ryan to emerge alive from the elevator. But this kid just did it. When

intensely at his sworn

arm was still bleeding. The elevator battle had nearly cost him his life, and it was his budding love for Carrie and his worry

else." Liam gave him

the

be in such a rush. Let's have a heart-to-heart talk." Liam turned off the rustic tunes and smiled meaningfully. "After all,

my grandfather and my

answered

"Why..."

they both hindered me to different extents from

yours? Liam, you are utterly shameless and devoid of humanity." Ryan's words were weighty, and his gaze was as sharp as a blood-stained

family business and my father who worked tirelessly to make Hoffman into one of

no..." Liam shook his finger. "What I