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.

take Dr. Wagner and go. Do not miss the

deep, steady voice, "I'll stay and fight him with my

him in astonishment. What did he just

be careful!" Ian nodded with red-rimmed eyes. No matter how reluctant he felt, he could only comply. He knew staying behind would only make

refused. "No!

may not stand a chance," Justin said firmly,

could resolve their disagreement, Jace moved like an unsheathed blade. His body radiated

forward. A sharp dagger, gleaming with cold light,

the two powerful

eyes widened abruptly.

a weapon,

had crossed paths with Jace before. The savage, beast-like bloodlust that usually radiated from

shouted, but it

dagger plunged deep into Jace's right shoulder. Blood gushed out, staining Jace's