The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1981

Ryan's deep gaze abruptly sharpened. For a moment, his vision blurred.

"She's dead?"

"Yes... She died a terrible death. By the time someone found her body, it was nearly unrecognizable."

Dean's brows furrowed as he continued in a low voice, "The police discovered during the autopsy that someone had sexually assaulted her. She also contracted severe sexually transmitted diseases, and her lower body was severely ulcerated."

Ryan closed his reddened eyes, his hand gripping the water basin and trembling with visible veins.

"Who did it?"

"Multiple people." Dean's tongue pressed against his teeth. "After arriving in Terranova, they sent Zoe to an underground club. It was essentially a high-end brothel. The brothel primarily used girls there for the sexual service of high-ranking officials in Terranova. Anyone who ended up there faced the inevitable outcome of getting played to death. Even if Zoe didn't get killed outright, her final fate would've been the same."

Ryan lowered his pale eyelids.

A mix of intense, bitter, and confused emotions churned his insides, leaving him unable to speak for a long while.

He undoubtedly hated Zoe.

off on that smuggling ship, leaving her to fend for herself in a foreign land, his heart

death, he found he could not hate her anymore. It felt as if a black, gaping hole had opened in his heart, swallowing all the love and hate he had accumulated over twenty years and dragging them

may speak frankly, you have no reason

with deep-seated hatred. "If it weren't for her, Young Madam wouldn't have ended up like this. If it weren't for her, my master

tonight and bring

investigate what she

seeking revenge for Zoe. The past is the past. She is dead now, and all the hatred should be

suppressed his inner turmoil, his gaze steady. "I've heard of that underground club in Terranova. Whoever sent Zoe there must be someone familiar with the

eyes widened

I must remain

vigorously, "Yes,

their discussion, they noticed people

Nigel greeted him with a warm smile, waving at

wiped his wet hands on his trousers, and

Nigel, Chairman Salvador." He bowed

as