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-"

deafening explosion shattered

terror, immediately checking the

as he turned to look. A chill

truck that appeared out of nowhere, flipping violently through the air before crashing heavily onto

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

Justin barked, his

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

the road, but soon another car appeared, hot

Watch out!" Justin's sharp eyes caught the

notice a large truck speeding straight toward

threat was imminent-collision was

the left. The

the black car that had

of exhilaration. "If I ever

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

car emerged, blocking the narrow alley ahead. Clearly, it was part of the

lan stammered under

seemed to dance in

would not dare use firearms in broad daylight within