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-"

a deafening explosion

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as he turned to

violently through the air before crashing heavily onto the street, shattering nearby storefront windows. "We're doomed! This is karma! Karma!" Dr.

chaos, lan stammered, "President

barked, his

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

but soon another car appeared, hot

Justin's sharp eyes caught

failed to notice a

was imminent-collision

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

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

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

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

yet another car emerged, blocking the

lan stammered under

intensity. Flames seemed to dance in

that they would not dare use firearms in broad daylight