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-"

Justin could finish, a deafening explosion shattered the air

jolted in terror, immediately checking

sharp eyes darkened as he turned to look. A chill surged

car trailing them had been struck by a massive truck that appeared out of nowhere, flipping violently through the air before crashing heavily onto the street, shattering nearby storefront windows. "We're doomed!

chaos, lan stammered, "President

stop!" Justin barked, his

their men-it was about survival. Justin knew that stopping would only guarantee a worse fate for all

road, but soon another car

out!" Justin's sharp

notice a

threat was

to the left. The Maybach swerved into a narrow alley just as a

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

in cold sweat, felt an odd sense of exhilaration. "If I ever have kids, I'm telling

his breath, Dr. Wagner snapped, "Don't get cocky, Mr. Harris! If Mr.

about to retort when yet another car emerged, blocking the narrow

lan stammered under

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

they would not dare use firearms in broad daylight within