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.

drag of his cigar, genuinely 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 Logan was young, he was a legendary figure in

at his

arm was still bleeding. The elevator battle had nearly cost him his life,

something else." Liam gave

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

such a rush. Let's have a heart-to-heart talk." Liam turned off the

you kill my grandfather and my

answered with a

"Why..."

me to different extents from

humanity." Ryan's words were weighty,

never belonged to you. It was my grandfather who painstakingly built the family business and my father who worked tirelessly to make Hoffman into one of the four major companies

shook his finger. "What I want is mine. Anything I want