The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1986

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Ryan's rugged features-his sculpted cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and short, graying hair-evoked the image of a hardy, weathered pine tree standing resolute against a snowy backdrop. But the youthful edge he once possessed had long since faded.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Ryan walked over and opened the door.

A playful smirk played on his lips as he said, "Justin."

Justin raised his eyebrows slightly and lifted the plastic bag in his hand. "My wife sent me over to dye your hair, Chairman Hoffman."

Ryan's eyelashes fluttered as he gave a mischievous grin, a glimpse of his youthful charm shining through. "Honestly, I'm not too sure about your skills, Mr. Salvador."

"Let's give it a try. If it turns out badly, this one's on the house."

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled-a lightheartedness they had not felt in a long time.

With a barber drape around his shoulders, Ryan sat in front of the mirror while Justin stood behind him, patiently applying the dye to his hair.

Ryan could not help but joke, "We promised to grow old

it regularly. Just because you're married doesn't mean you can let yourself go. My sister might lose interest in you," Justin said. He glanced at Ryan's head full of white hair, trying to sound casual, though there

I'm afraid

"Jealous?"

a higher rank, jealous that I

on a tangled patch of hair, causing Ryan to wince in pain.

hair fully dyed, Ryan stood side by side

they had returned to their younger days, when they were the ambitious and admired rising stars of the business world, making their

Justin said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I feel like a father sending you off to get married." Ryan let out a hearty laugh and gave Justin a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry,

side, Carrie changed into a light pink

and a full-length skirt, perfect

ready in front of the mirror. As she

instantly picked up on even the tiniest imperfection. "The chest area is a bit

due to her illness, leaving her frail and

neckline." Bella quickly tried to smooth things

repeatedly. "Indeed, she looks like a

naive, did not fully grasp the meaning, but Roza understood perfectly. The two friends exchanged a knowing look, like a