The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ryan slowly stepped into the living room, his reddened eyes scanning the surroundings. Everything looked the same as before, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Hoffman, you are back."

A gentle and respectful voice, ethereal and melodious, floated into his ears.

Ryan's face instantly lit up with a warm smile, and he reflexively responded, "I'm back."

However, he would never hear the next sentence again.

With a thud, Ryan could no longer hold himself up. His once proud and tall frame collapsed, his knees hitting the floor as he curled into a cocoon.

"Ryan!"

"Mr. Hoffman!"

rushed to support him, only to hear

buried his head deeply, large tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes,

yourself,"

arms to push himself up from the floor, taking slow steps towards the stairs. Justin watched his stubborn yet fragile back, feeling an

days-how Ryan would always boast about

that Yasmin was not just Ryan's loyal subordinate. She was the person who cared most for

wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign that it

at the doorway, watching Ryan's fingers gently trace the

the wardrobe door and looked at the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored

eyes as

red evening gown with a tearful smile. "I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could not take their eyes off her, and every time I took her out, I would come back inexplicably furious. It was not romantic jealousy, just the feeling of having my little sister ogled by other men. It was that kind