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. "Go.

them leave, Jace walked alone through the warehouse with heavy

asking himself. 'Was this the

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

he felt no

everyone had been searching for. Maybe he was merely someone who resembled him. He might have helped the Thompson family by

group of men dressed in black

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

of them barked. At the command, the group

take down several of them but

were well-prepared and highly trained, intent

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

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

bloodied man sprinting

parked in front of a store. A woman seemed to