The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Brother...?" Asher recalled Hugh, who had perished in a plane crash. A sharp, excruciating ache surged through his heart.

"Even if he truly is my brother, he has allied himself with the devil and willingly committed evil deeds. Between him and me, there is nothing left to salvage!"

As his words fell, so did his hand, bringing the blade down with it.

"Ash! Don't!" Justin cried out.

In the next instant, Jace caught the blade with his bare hand, gripping it tightly as blood dripped to the ground.

Asher felt his heart twist in agony. He cherished his family above all else, and now, he found himself committing an unspeakable sin, having to raise his blade against his own kin.

"I'm not here to stop you," Jace said, his breathing labored. His piercing gaze locked onto Asher's reddened eyes. In a voice only the two of them could hear, he whispered, "But I must stop you. It's my mission."

Asher stared at him, disbelief etched on his face. "Why..."

"Because I belong to the Boss. I have no choice but to fulfill my orders in this way."

slowly turned his gaze toward

through the warehouse with heavy steps

himself. 'Was

this mission would mean Grant would send him to the hospital as a test subject for experimental drugs, or worse,

he felt no

searching for. Maybe he was merely someone who resembled him. He might have helped the Thompson family by coincidence,

froze. A group of men dressed in black with their faces concealed

Grant, nor were they from the Thompson family. Rather, they were a

down!" one of them barked. At the command, the group surged toward

take down several

well-prepared and highly trained, intent

Breaking into a run, Jace fled through the warehouse with his assassins on his

spilled from the narrow alley onto a busy street, where pedestrians

at the bloodied man sprinting

in front of a