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."

turned his gaze toward Justin.

the warehouse with heavy

himself. 'Was this the right

send him to the hospital as a test

felt

just did not know if he truly was Hugh Thompson whom everyone had been searching for. Maybe he was merely

in black with

were not sent by Grant, nor were they from the Thompson

barked. At the command, the group surged toward

Jace managed to take down several of them but sustained severe

and highly trained,

any longer. Breaking into a run, Jace fled through the

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

at the bloodied man sprinting

a luxury car parked in front of