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-"

could finish, a deafening explosion shattered the

jolted in terror, immediately

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

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! This is karma! Karma!" Dr. Wagner wailed, clutching his head

by the cinematic-level chaos, lan stammered, "President

stop!" Justin barked, his voice hoarse but

knew that stopping would

but soon another car

Watch out!" Justin's sharp eyes

failed to notice a large truck speeding straight toward

was

yanking the steering wheel hard to the left. The Maybach swerved into a narrow alley

see the massive truck smashing into the black car that had been chasing

exhilaration. "If I ever have kids, I'm telling them their dad was as badass as

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

to retort when yet another car emerged, blocking the

do we do now?" lan stammered under

to dance in his pupils as he

that they would not dare use firearms in broad