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.

but joke, "We promised to grow old together, but here

dye 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,

afraid you'll be

"Jealous?"

I have a higher rank, jealous that I look more

the comb catching on a tangled patch of hair, causing Ryan to wince in pain. "Bro,

dyed, Ryan stood side by

days, when they were the ambitious and admired rising stars

off to get married." Ryan let out a hearty laugh and gave Justin a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, an older brother is just

a light pink

neckline, and a full-length skirt, perfect for a winter wedding. It

mirror. As she looked at her own radiant reflection, Carrie's moist eyes

perfectionist, instantly picked up on even the tiniest imperfection. "The chest

had lost a lot of weight due to her illness, leaving her frail

Bella quickly tried to smooth things over, fearing Roza might take the dress back for alterations, which they did not have

nodded repeatedly. "Indeed, she looks like

naive, did