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.

he personally sent her off on that smuggling ship, leaving her to fend for herself in a foreign land, his heart was still burning with the

upon learning of her tragic death, he found he could not hate her anymore. It felt as if a black, gaping hole had opened in his heart, swallowing

I may speak frankly, you have no reason

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

and bring Zoe's

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

She is dead now, and all the hatred

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

are now irrelevant. But I must remain vigilant in case they

vigorously,

finished their discussion, they noticed people from the Salvador family approaching

a warm

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

Nigel, Chairman Salvador." He bowed

at this child, so polite. Even now as the Hoffman Group's chairman, you