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 air

terror, immediately checking the rearview

turned to look. A chill surged

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

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

Justin barked, his voice hoarse

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

black Maybach sped down the road, but soon another car

Justin's sharp eyes caught the danger

lan failed to notice a

threat was imminent-collision was

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

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

felt an odd sense of exhilaration. "If I ever have kids, I'm telling them their dad was as badass as Fast & Furious en

get cocky, Mr. Harris! If Mr.

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

do we do now?" lan

Flames seemed to dance

figured that they would not dare use