The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"You can't understand what I'm saying, can you? Then those cars of yours are pretty useless. After all, you're already a cripple. Adding deafness to your list of disabilities shouldn't bother you much."

At this moment, Drew wanted nothing more than to put a bullet into Grant's skull.

However, he had promised Justin that he would never take another life. It was a promise that had to be kept.

"I'll definitely save my wife. But if I can't, you'll lose more than an ear next time."

Drew yanked Grant's hair, his eyes red and watery. His voice shook as he spoke each word. "The pain Yvonne has endured ... I'll repay it a thousandfold, ten thousandfold."

With that, he tossed Grant aside and stormed off with his coat billowing behind him.

"Sir! I'll get someone to take you to the hospital right away!" Clarice crawled to Grant's feet, trembling as she looked at the pool of blood. She fumbled for her phone but could not keep her hands steady.

"Ia... Hahaha!" Grant grabbed the bloody piece of his ear, tilting his head back as he let out a wild, unhinged laugh. "Interesting... This is simply too interesting!"

and shaking like a scared bird. "Sir... What about Yvonne?

die. But don't let her

bloody piece aside and closed his eyes, reveling in the twisted

woman too. Surely you have plenty of experience making

Drew exited the club, a

black sports car came out of nowhere, mowing down several of the assailants. The piercing screech of brakes cut through the night as the car door flung open in front of Drew. "Get in!" Justin's chiseled features stood

rolling down the window to let the

no longer the president," Justin replied, his grip on the steering wheel firm. "I came as an old friend to lend a hand. I warned you not to provoke Grant. Why didn't you

can just sit still? My wife is in his hands... I know she's with him, but I don't have the evidence to get

hacked and coughed, unsure if it was from the cigarette or the

he forced out the words, "Justin, I was this close to killing that bastard. But I know if I did,

a long time, deep in

of Drew's sobs. His cries were muffled by the cold night wind, scattered into

trust me. I'll make it happen.'