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

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 all

no reason to grieve for Zoe, even if she is

like this. If it weren't for her, my master and the entire Hoffman family wouldn't have suffered like this...

and

what she went through during her

not seeking revenge for Zoe. The past is the past. She is dead now, and all the hatred

inner turmoil, his gaze steady. "I've heard of 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 either for revenge or to silence

widened

plots involving Zoe are now irrelevant. But I must remain vigilant in

vigorously,

noticed people from the Salvador family approaching

a

his wet hands on his trousers, and hurried over to greet

Chairman Salvador." He bowed

this child, so polite. Even now as the