The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

As the time for the press conference drew closer, Ryan escorted Dr. Wagner out of the villa to Justin's car.

"Justin, let me go with you. I'm worried," Ryan said, lowering his gaze to Justin's calm yet somber face who was seated in the back of the car. His concern was visible on his face. Justin's cold gaze was resolute. "No need, Ryan. You've already helped me enough. It ends here."

If Ryan continued to help, he would inevitably be dragged into the mess. Despite his inability to articulate many emotions clearly, Justin deeply valued their two decades of brotherhood and friendship. Ryan had finally found happiness with Carrie, and Justin wouldn't be the one to shatter their peace.

"Ian, no matter what happens, call me first!" Ryan instructed, knowing full well how stubborn Justin could be.

"Don't worry, Chairman Hoffman!" lan readily agreed.

Dr. Wagner climbed into the car, taking a seat next to Justin in the back. Trailing behind them was another vehicle with a few of Justin's trusted men.

Two cars sped away in tandem, leaving Ryan standing in place, watching their departure with a growing sense of unease.

The luxury car raced toward the Salvador Hotel.

"Mr. Justin... Am I going to die?" Dr. Wagner stammered, trembling.

Justin's expression remained impassive. "Why are you asking that?"

"I betrayed Mr. Grant and completely offended him... He's already tried to have me killed once. How could I possibly survive this?" Dr. Wagner clutched his head in despair, certain his days were numbered. Justin's face betrayed no sympathy, but he had no intention of letting Dr. Wagner die either.

"Don't worry-"

finish, a deafening explosion shattered the air

immediately

sharp eyes darkened as he turned to look. A

through the air before crashing heavily onto the street, shattering nearby storefront windows. "We're doomed! This is karma! Karma!" Dr. Wagner wailed,

the cinematic-level chaos, lan stammered, "President Salvador, w-what do we do

Justin barked, his voice

knew that stopping would only guarantee a worse fate for all

down the road, but soon another car

out!" Justin's sharp

on the pursuing vehicle, lan failed to notice a large truck speeding straight toward them from the

was

yanking the steering wheel hard to the left. The Maybach

back to see the massive truck smashing into the black car that had been chasing them, the scene

sense of exhilaration. "If I ever have kids, I'm telling them their dad

cocky, Mr. Harris! If Mr. Salvador hadn't warned you in time, we'd be the

to retort when yet another car emerged, blocking the narrow alley ahead. Clearly, it was part of the

we do now?" lan

Flames seemed to dance in his pupils as he commanded, "Don't

not dare use firearms in broad daylight within