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

deeply, large tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes, hitting the

the organizing. Don't push yourself,"

floor, taking slow steps towards the stairs. Justin

boast about Yasmin, calling her his little

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

clean and simple, with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign that it had belonged

stood at the doorway, watching Ryan's fingers

and looked at the exquisite evening gowns,

eyes

gathering, needing a female companion, it was always Yasmin by my side," Ryan said, pulling bright 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.