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.

on that smuggling ship, leaving her to fend for

gaping hole had opened in his heart, swallowing all the

have no reason to grieve for Zoe, even if she is your

her, Young Madam wouldn't have ended up like this. If it weren't for her, my master and the entire Hoffman

tonight and bring Zoe's

dark expression. "After that, investigate what she went through during her time

the past. She is dead now, and all the hatred should be put

that underground club in Terranova. Whoever sent Zoe there must be someone familiar with the Hoffman Group. There are only two possible reasons for targeting her. It's

widened in

schemes or plots involving Zoe are now irrelevant. But I must remain vigilant in case they strike at the Hoffmans

nodded vigorously,

the two finished their discussion, they noticed people from

him with a warm smile,

to Dean, wiped his wet hands on his trousers, and hurried over to

Nigel, Chairman Salvador."

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