The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2174



Taylor held Yvonne hostage and dragged her toward the back of the church.

However, there was nowhere left for him to run.

The police had surrounded the church from all sides, leaving Taylor completely trapped with no escape route.

"Stop fighting against them..."

As he tightly held Yvonne in his arms, Yvonne's face turned pale. Her lips had turned a bluish-purple from being choked for so long. "You have no way out... You and Christopher are finished!"

"Shut up!" Taylor shouted, his eyes bloodshot and his body trembling uncontrollably.

But Yvonne laughed. Her expression showed relief, joy, and contentment.

With nowhere to escape, Taylor had no choice but to take her up a rundown ten-story tower behind the church.

surrounded the tower. They left him with only one option: to call for backup. A helicopter might be his only way

subordinate he could reach, it seemed like they had all conspired against

it! A bunch of ungrateful bastards!" Taylor

to the chairman of the Iverson Group? Do you still think those crooks in Sentania

obvious. "When relationships are based on benefits, they end when the benefit does. When based on power, they crumble when the

much I've sacrificed to be with you? Do you know that for over a decade, I've dreamed of being

benefits and satisfy his desires." Yvonne closed her eyes in pain with hatred. The wicked laughter of those men echoed in her ears, and the unbearable scenes played out before her eyes. "You just watched for years. Did you ever help me,

body shook violently, his hand trembling uncontrollably while holding

me, you were just waiting for the right moment, when I had lost all value, to ask Christopher for me as your reward. After all, you'd been his loyal dog for so many years. Christopher would have no reason to refuse you. Taylor, you can lie to yourself all you want. But if you're trying to lie to me like you did to yourself,

heartbroken. However, he was at a loss for

mark and struck straight

he could not

"Yvonne!"

roof, his hand gripping his gun so tightly that

steadily approaching her. She felt like a bloody nail was lodged in her throat, rendering her able to speak. All she

"retreat” did not exist in Drew's

guts, then shoot!" Taylor laughed wildly,

on Drew's forehead, soon rolling down