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.

a deep 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 the underworld, and Ryan

his

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

else." Liam gave him a

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

here, don't 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

Liam answered with

"Why..."

different extents from getting what

utterly shameless and devoid of humanity." Ryan's words were weighty, and his

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 in Savrow, a chie current status. It has nothing to

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