The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin and Asher successfully pulled Dr. Wagner and Ian out of the car, and the four of them ran toward the other end of the alley.

Behind them, shouts and the clash of weapons echoed incessantly. Justin glanced back and saw Drew single-handedly holding off over a dozen assailants. His heart began to beat fiercely, growing warm with emotion.

"Justin!" Asher suddenly skidded to a halt.

Justin looked ahead. His heart sank heavily.

At the entrance of the alley stood a tall, imposing figure, radiating an overwhelming pressure.

Even though his face was obscured, his defiant aura and the bloodthirsty menace that clung to him gave him away instantly.

It was Grant's trusted henchman, Jace.

"Mr. Salvador! W-What should we do?!" Ian asked, trembling.

"You go. I'll hold him off," Asher said, his eyes flashing with an icy determination as he stepped forward.

Dr. Wagner and go. Do not miss the press

steady voice, "I'll

at him in astonishment. What did he just call me? I must have

matter how reluctant he felt, he could only comply. He knew staying behind would only make things

immediately refused. "No! You

before-more than once. Alone, you may not stand a chance," Justin said firmly, his decision

an unsheathed blade. His body radiated a chilling aura as he

Asher's eyes glinted red as he surged forward. A sharp dagger, gleaming with cold light,

flash, the two powerful figures closed in on each

abruptly. Something

weapon, but

Jace before. The savage, beast-like

Justin shouted, but it was

into Jace's right shoulder. Blood gushed out,