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."

gaze toward Justin.

Jace walked alone through the warehouse with heavy steps

asking himself. 'Was

the hospital as a test

he felt no

just did not know if he truly was Hugh Thompson whom everyone had been searching for. Maybe he was merely someone who resembled him. He might have helped the Thompson

group of men dressed in

by Grant, nor were they from the

At the command, the group surged

managed to take down several of them but sustained severe

men were well-prepared and highly trained,

into a run, Jace fled through the warehouse with his

alley onto a busy street, where pedestrians stared

at the bloodied man sprinting

in front of a store. A woman seemed to be sitting