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

in terror, immediately checking

as he turned to

violently through the air before crashing heavily onto

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

Don't stop!" Justin barked, his voice hoarse

matter of abandoning their men-it was about survival. Justin knew that stopping would

sped down the road, but soon another car

Watch out!" Justin's sharp eyes caught the danger

to notice a large

threat was

a terrified scream, yanking the steering wheel hard to the left. The Maybach swerved into

the black car that had been chasing them, the scene utterly catastrophic, like something out of an action

I ever have kids, I'm telling them their dad

snapped, "Don't get cocky, Mr. Harris! If Mr. Salvador hadn't warned you in time, we'd be

another car emerged, blocking the narrow alley ahead. Clearly,

Salvador... W-What do we do now?" lan

to dance in his pupils as he

would not dare use firearms in broad