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.

her to fend for herself in a

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 into an endless abyss, never to be

speak frankly, you have no reason

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

and bring Zoe's

spoke with a dark expression. "After that, investigate what she went through during her time there."

revenge for Zoe. The past is the past. She is

there must be someone familiar with the Hoffman Group. There are only two possible reasons for targeting her. It's either for revenge

widened in

plots involving Zoe are now irrelevant. But I

vigorously, "Yes,

noticed people from the Salvador family

a warm

wiped his wet hands on his trousers, and hurried over

Salvador." He bowed

polite. Even now as the Hoffman Group's chairman,