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? Should

let her die. But don't let her

aside and closed his eyes, reveling in the twisted pleasure that came with extreme

too. Surely you have

soon as Drew exited the club, a group of thugs

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 out sharply in the dark, radiating an unwavering presence. Drew leaped into the car without hesitation, and the sports car sped off, leaving the thugs behind. "I didn't need your help, President Salvador. I could've dealt with those scumbags on

lit a cigarette, his fingers shaking. He took a deep drag before rolling down the window to let the cold breeze

Justin replied, his grip on the steering wheel firm. "I came as an old friend

do you think I 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

if it was from the cigarette or the freezing

to killing that bastard. But I know if I did, Yvonne would

silent for a long time, deep in his

the faint sound of Drew's sobs. His cries were muffled by

I'll make it happen.' Justin