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 Justin.

the warehouse with heavy steps and

asking himself. 'Was this the right

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

felt

Thompson whom everyone had been searching for. Maybe he was merely someone who

froze. A group of men dressed in black with

narrowed. He instantly realized these men were not sent by Grant, nor were they from the Thompson family. Rather, they were a

one of them barked. At the command, the group surged

take down several

were well-prepared and highly trained, intent

not afford to linger any longer. Breaking into a run,

narrow alley onto a busy

at the bloodied man sprinting

spotted a luxury car parked in front of a store. A woman seemed