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

in terror, immediately checking

turned to

been struck by a massive truck that appeared out of nowhere, flipping violently through the air before crashing heavily onto

the cinematic-level chaos, lan stammered, "President

it. Don't stop!" Justin barked,

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

Maybach sped down the road, but soon another car appeared, hot on

Watch out!" Justin's sharp

notice a large truck speeding straight toward them from the

was imminent-collision was

The Maybach swerved into a narrow alley just as a thunderous crash

truck smashing into the black car that had been

sweat, felt an odd sense of exhilaration. "If I ever have kids,

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

car emerged, blocking the narrow alley ahead.

do we do now?" lan stammered under the weight

to dance in his pupils as he

dare use firearms in