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The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1781-Justin gently pinched Bella's chin, his thin lips covering her red lips, smearing the lipstick that captivated his heart.

His passionate kiss lingered around her lips, tasting the unparalleled sweetness.

The couple were entangled in the kiss for a while, and just before the flames of desire could spread, they tacitly released each other. Justin stared at Bella's flushed face and glistening lips, smiling satisfyingly. "Now, your lips are even more charming than the flowers." "You cling to me too much, asking for a kiss or something else whenever we meet… Let me take a breath sometimes, okay?"

Bella's soft body snuggled into his arms, her fingers poking his solid chest muscles, which was her favorite intimate move.

Every time she poked and touched him, her mood would improve, no matter how bad.

"I want a kiss and something more. Will you give it to me? Hmm?" Justin's warm lips brushed against her ears, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of lust.

Bella's shoulders trembled slightly, the deep blush on her cheeks giving away the answer.

The couple leaned on each other on the sofa, gazing at the large bouquet of fiery roses as they enjoyed the warm and happy moment.

"Thanks for finding Cameron's weakness, which is his business evading tax and smuggling. It forced him to think of a way to spit out the $50 million in public funds."

Bella mischievously scratched the man's chin, her eyes full of praise. "My dear Mr. Salvador, you're indeed resourceful, always sharing my burdens and making me happy."

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around his neck and teasingly kissed his thin, cool lips lightly. "Tonight, I'll reward you generously."

"Your Majesty, thank you for your gracious favor." His tone was deep and gentle.

The man, normally stern and serious, was incredibly obedient in front of Bella, indulging her whims.

"You look like a gigolo now." Bella rubbed her fingers against his curled lips.

"Pretty slutty, but I like it."

"Cameron is chased out of KS and has a debt of $50 million." Justin grabbed her hand gently. "Bella, shall we stop here?"

"Stop here?"

Bella snorted coldly, her eyebrows raising higher. "We must hit him where it hurts. I'm evil, so why would I let that black sheep of the family off easily?" Justin pursed his lips, unable to suppress a smile.

"On the surface, I've let him off. But secretly, I can always backstab him."

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Bella snuggled in the man's arms and found a comfortable position. "The restaurants Cameron opened had great business these past two years, and Mr.

Rodriguez had invested in them. Those types of shops can't withstand investigation. Any investigation would reveal at least millions in tax evasion."

"Do you want to bleed him further?" Justin's eyes narrowed. "It'd be easy."

"This way, Mr. Rodriguez will think twice about whom he should side with to protect himself in KS Group from now on."

Bella shook her fingers. "How could he have a future if he aligned himself with Cameron?"

At this moment, Justin's phone rang. It was lan.

"lan, what's up?"

"Mr. Salvador, Lance sent his lawyer and secretary to meet James in prison today."

lan reported his first-hand news, sounding worried. "Would there be any unexpected changes, letting the Iversons take advantage of some loophole to bail that animal out?!"

"No, the evidence is solid. James has walked into a dead end and has no possibility of a comeback."

Justin's gaze darkened. "Lance sent someone over, most likely to settle accounts with his son."

Bella knowingly smiled. "The scale of power in the Iverson Group is about 1o shift bet the yemoinous snake"

hiding in a ditch is jumping out of desperation now that things did not go his way."

In the VIP ward of Hatchbaby Hospital, Lance looked at the share transfer agreement signed by James, his expression turning gloomy and unreadable.

"Chairman Iverson, are you really not going to see Mr. James one last time?"

"Did he leave you any other messages?" Lance's tone was m indifferent, ag fithe person in prison were not his son but a complete stranger.

His secretary asked hesitantly.

For the Iversons, the blood flowing through their veins was colder than a snake's.

They experienced happiness and sorrow, but after the initial anger, they would immediately detach themselves from such emotions and return to their fight for power, as if only endless schemes and plots could warm their blood.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1782-The secretary was shocked. "In… In his original words?"

Lance said impatiently, "Of course!"

"Mr. James said, 'Marrying that bitch is the stupidest decision you've made in your life.""

"Fucking bullshit!"

Lance punched the bed angrily, his eyes filled with rage. "I trusted him unconditionally, regarded him highly, and pushed him to become the Iverson Group's CEO. Failing to see his true colors is the stupidest decision I've made!"

In any case, it was all his fault.

Thinking back to what happened at the dinner banquet and how this ungrateful bastard schemed against his wife and kept it a secret for so many years, causing his reputation to plummet and shaking the Iverson Group, Lance wished he could storm into prison to shoot James a hundred times.

"Mr. James also said that Mr. Christopher suddenly returned to Savrow from Sentania, not because he wanted to help you with your troubles. He had been lying low, gathering his strength to avenge his mother and take the Iverson Group for himself."

The secretary dared not change anything about James' last words since it was an important matter. He could only relay the message word-for-word. "Mr.

Charles and Ms. Astrid ended up like this, seemingly due to the Thompson family, but in actuality, Mr. Christopher was behind it all. Mr. James also said that now that the three of them are down, Mr. Christopher's next target will be you."

Lance's body shook. The blood drained from his ashen face.

At this moment, he recalled carefully. The turmoil in the Iverson Group seemed to have started after Christopher returned.

Back then, although Sophie was framed by his three children and he was deceived, Lance listened to their slanders without investigating and threw the mother and son to fend for themselves in Sentania for fifteen years.

Lance was the one who dealt the fatal blow to Christopher and Sophie.

Thinking of this, a chill went down Lance's spine. The tiny glimmer of guilt in his heart was quickly replaced by fear and anger.

Suddenly, the ward's door swung open.

Christopher's handsome face was shrouded in a layer of heavy and cold shadow, his faintly smiling eyes mixed with a chilling evil light.

Lance's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously wanted to hide the share transfer agreement in his hands.

However, it was too late. Christopher had seen it when he came in, his gaze turning more vicious.

"Why are you here?" Lance pretended to be calm and quickly handed the agreement to his secretary.

"Dad, I'm the only son you have left." Christopher chuckled. "You're sick and hospitalized. If I don't visit you, who will?"

He walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs, acting as if he had the upper hand.

This brat did not take Lance, the head of the family, seriously at all. He was arrogant and ambitious.

"I'm fine. It's nothing. You can go."

"Besides visiting you, I wanted to inform you of another matter."

Christopher said casually, "Tomorrow, I will bring my mother to live at the Iverson Residence."

"No. I won't allow it!"

Lance refused angrily, "Your mother and I are no longer married. It's inappropriate for us to live under the same roof! Besides, your mother is gravely ill, mentally unstable, and should be living in a hospital. What would you do if she had an episode?!"

"Don't you realize your mistake by now?"

"I should be asking you this!" Lance turned his embarrassment into anger, his muddy brain clearing up at this moment. "What did you mean by exposing everything at the dinner that day? You've been planning it for a long time, haven't you?

"You wanted to let the Iverson Group fall into a crisis and then appear as the company's savior at the right time, suppressing James and Charles, obtaining my trust, and net

pushing me to make you CEO! You haven't changed one bit, Youwere cunning as a thfid, and now, you're cunning as a child, and now, you're still full of schemes. I almost fell for

Christopher snorted indifferently.

"Dad, are you sick or senile? What good would it do me to threw the Iverson group if to chaos? Perhaps James asked someone to pass on these thoughts to you. It doesn't feel like something you'd come up with yourself."

it!"

Lance was so mad that his chest hurt. "You…!"

"At this point, I'd suggest you go along with my wishes. Otherwise, you can find someone else to solve the company's problems."

His words were an outright threat.

Christopher's lips curled into a cold

and sharp smile, increasingly aggressive. "As long as you let my mother return homelang transter James Shares to me, I could resolve.

the Iverson Group's crisis and even inject a substantial amount of funds.

into the company. It's all up to you."

 

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1783-Christopher's wild and greedy ambitions were now glaringly obvious.

At this moment, Lance finally saw through this little bastard's true nature.

If he had not been deceived by Christopher's outstanding acting skills back then and trusted his eldest son more, supporting him to stay in the CEO's position instead of constantly suppressing him, perhaps things would not have turned out like this. He had given Christopher the chance to take advantage of them.

So what if Christopher could help him resolve the company's troubles?

Making a deal with this cunning and evil bastard, even if he was his own son, was no different than negotiating with the devil himself!

Therefore, Lance's intelligence kicked in. His tone eased after he calmed down.

He could only take a step back. "Christopher, I can let your mother come back to live at the Iverson Manor, but the shares canno be transferred to you."

Christopher pushed his gold-rimmed glasses. "Didn't James do just that?"

"Your brother was charged with multiple sentences and might never leave prison in this lifetime. Coral has divorced him, and I am now the first in line to obtain his shares. They are rightfully mine."

Although Lance was seething inside, he could only play along, considering that Christopher was the only person he could rely on. "If the company shares had a major change, it would affect the power balance, and it would have to go through the board of directors.

"The shareholders are already a little dissatisfied that I disregarded the objecting voices to promote you. Now that so many issues have arisen, we'd better not shake things up further. If you do a good job, you will be the Iverson Group's only heir without the need to fight for it."

Christopher understood his words.

On one hand, Lance drew a picture for him, asking him to continue working for the Iverson Group. On the other hand, he was subtly reminding him that a CEO was merely a high-level employee.

As long as Lance still held majority shares and controlled the board, kicking Christopher out of the Iverson Group was only a matter of his words.

"Ha, I get it."

Christopher's expression was dark, as if hiding a brewing storm. In the end, he said nothing. He abruptly stood up and strode out of the room without so much as a word.

Lance was so enraged that his heart hurt, and he had to take a handful of pills to calm down.

Back in the car, Christopher's eyes bulged in anger, and he punched the car window fiercely with his fists.

"That old geezer doesn't want to give you James' shares?" Taylor gritted his teeth indignantly. "You're the only son he has left now. The Iverson Group will become yours sooner or later. Does he want to bring the shares into his coffin, holding on to them like that?!"

"That may be true, but I'm afraid the Boss could not wait anymore."

Christopher tugged on his tie frustratingly, still feeling suffocated in his chest, which would not ease. "I've basically declared war on Lance. We just haven't completely torn off the pretense."

"It's all that bastard's fault for influencing Ms. Bella to do this! They've completely disrupted your plans!" Taylor was enraged. "Mr. Christopher, we can't be playing into their hands. We must fight back!" Christopher's sinister gaze darkened as he pulled out his phone.

Just as he found Zoe's number, another call coincidentally came in.

Christopher's heart tightened, and he hesitated for a while before answering it respectfully and cautiously. "Sir."

"Have you gotten James' shares?"

Grant's clear voice rang out from the other end, carrying a hint of coldness that suppressed him.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Christopher straightened his back.

"Due to the change in situation, nes was brought away by the police at the dinner, causing the leverage I have…"

"To become useless." Grant's voice revealed no emotion.

"Sir, I'm really sorry. But please be assured, I will definitely think of something…"

"What solution could you possibly think of?" Grant's tone was laced with contempt. "If you have James shares, you'd have the power to stand against your father equally. But now, he still holds the Iverson Group's lifeline. In his eyes, you are merely a higher-level laborer."

Higher-level laborer.

These words were indeed a great humiliation to Christopher.

Hearing no response from him, Grant chuckled and asked calmly, "Your father…

Has he been ill recently and hospitalized?"

"Yes."

"Heart disease?"

"It's a heart condition, but it doesn't seem to be as serious as I thought."

"He's old and aging. If he doesn't take good care of his body, a small could be fatal.

Grant's words were casual but struck Christopher like a revelation. A chill spread throughout his entire body.

illness Sweet agree, Mr. Christopher?"

"I understand what you mean, sir."

"The man you borrowed from me has arrived at Pivotage. Ms. Yvonne 18 attending to him I hope you won't let me down this time." Before Christopher could answer, the call suddenly ended.

The car fell into deadly silence.

"Mr. Christopher… Did he make things difficult for you?" Taylor asked carefully.

Christopher grasped his phone tightly, his eyes gradually turning"

cold, "Return to Pivotage."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1784-Good news did not travel far, but bad news spread like wildfire.

The news that Cameron was chased out of the board and dismissed from his position because he embezzled public funds spread across the KS Group at lightning speed. Everyone was delighted to hear it.

Cameron had abused his power in the company, relying on his status as Wyatt's brother. Everyone had been dissatisfied with his corrupt actions for many years.

When Bella took office and got rid of the blood- sucking parasite, how could they not feel relieved?

Cameron returned home dejectedly and angrily threw his coat at the maid as he entered.

The maid did not react in time, letting the coat fall to the floor. It was a trivial matter, but Cameron furiously kicked the maid, sending her sprawling and unable to get up for a long while.

"Useless trash! Get out!"

Cecily hurried over at this moment, full of anxiety. "Dad! Were you fired?! Is it true?"

Even his useless daughter, who only thought about spending money and plastic surgery, had heard of it. It was evident how widespread this matter was.

The whole business community in Hatchbay probably knew about it too.

Cameron jumped up madly, smashing everything on the coffee table to the floor.

He thought that with this board meeting, he could take advantage of the fact that Wyatt and Asher were not in Hatchbay to give Bella a hard time.

Unexpectedly, he was utterly defeated and disgraced by Bella, making him lose face.

"If you already knew about it, how could it be fake?!" Cameron was so furious that the corner of his lips twitched.

"If you have no position in KS Group anymore, what will happen to me?!" Cecily was burning with anxiety, quickly running over to grab her father's arm and shaking him furiously. "How will I stand in the elite circle? Those rich young men and women are too full of themselves. If you're chased out of KS Group, they won't hang out with me anymore! It'd be harder for me to marry a wealthy man!"

Thinking of this, Cameron had a worse headache. His daughter's marriage prospects were directly affected by his loss of power.

"It's all thanks to that bitch, Bella! She thinks she could take charge because those of higher status than her weren't here!" "Dad, you should go and beg Uncle Wyatt! You are his only brother, and he's always doted on you. If you beg him, perhaps…"

"No!" Cameron waved his hand, throwing Cecily off. "Bella knew that it was me who released the footage. She probably hasn't told Wyatt yet, or things wouldn't be so calm! If I beg Wyatt to have mercy on me at this time, she will immediately tell him about it.

"Wyatt doesn't have any strange habits, but he values his image more than anything. If he knew I was the one who stomped on his face, he would probably cut ties with me. Then my get-out-of-jail-free card would be gone!"

Cecily was stunned. "So… Bella used this matter as blackmail to threaten you.

She already knew you would try to seek Uncle Wyatt's help. That bitch! How could she be so cunning?" Cameron's gaze was dark and gloomy as he fell into deep thought.

He knew Wyatt was always indulging his whims, not out of brotherly love. More of it was because he saved the life of Wyatt's one true love-Yara Brown.

His goddess-like sister-in-law had passed away almost two decades ago but had protected him all this time.

But after Bella had taken office, his leverage was running out. Cameron had to think of another way to protect himself.

"Mr. Cameron! Shit! Things are bad!" His secretary ran in, panicking, "Just now, the IRS seized two restaurants under your name and five beauty salons under Ms. Cecily's name!" The father and daughter paled. "What?!"

"Based on our initial estimate, the restaurants alone have to repay over $20 million in taxes. We still haven't calculated the taxes for those five beauty salons. If they continue investigating, the total could reach $40 million to $50 million!

"Also, Mr. Rodriguez called me just now. He said you're not picking up your calls. He wanted me to inform you that you must compensate his losses on the restaurants, not a penny less. Otherwise… He won't let it go!"

Cecily collapsed onto the sofa dejectedly, on the verge of tears.

Cameron felt his vision go black, and his heart suffered from intense pain under the emotional distress.

"Bella Thompson… How dare you backstab me?! I'll never forgive you!"

Christopher rushed back to Pivotage as fast as he could. After all, he was the one who borrowed a man from Grant. Even if it was just a subordinate, he could neglect him. en.swhovels.net ΛΟΙ Yvonne was already at the entrance to greet him when he arrived.

"He's here?" Christopher asked indifferently.

"Yes. He's in the private room."

"Is he easy to deal with?"

Yvonne frowned. "He's a man with fewer words, and he feels strange."

"Strange?"

"You'll know when you meet him."

Christopher walked to the private room, and Yvonne opened the door.

"Wait at the door," Christopher said before entering.

Yvonne's expression stiffened, secretly clenching her fingers. She knew that Christopher had started suspecting her.

If she did not make a move on Drew, she would gradually be marginalized. It was clear what would be waiting for her in the end.

In the spacious and luxurious room a tall and lean man, wearing black leather jacket and a casual black shirt inside, was drinking a vodka of high alcohol concentration

His expression was cold and aloof as he downed one glass after another, as if the highly concentrated alcohol was merely water in his throat.

Christopher composed himself and walked to the man with a smile. "Thanks for coming all this way."

But the man did not even spare him a glance, focusing solely on his drink.

Christopher could not help looking a little displeased, but remembering that the man was sent by Grant, he.

maintained his patience and asked, "May I know your name?"

The man's voice was hoarse and cold. "Jace Bailiff."

"I'm Christopher Iverson, the person in charge of Sentania and Savrow markets for the Boss. Nice to meet you."

Christopher extended his right hand, and Jace raised his head at this moment.

In the dim lights, with half his face covered by his hair, Christopher did not see his face clearly.

Now, he got a good view of Jace's face, taking in his sharp eyebrows, face, taking in his sharp eyebrows, handsome features, and the deep, cold pair of eyes that seemed like he had seen too much.

Christopher stared straight at this decent-looking face, his heart skipping a beat!

Jace suddenly asked coldly, "Who do you want to kill?

 

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1785-Jace's question left Christopher speechless.

"You just need to send me that person's name, address, and picture. You don't need to say anything else." Jace lowered his head and took another sip of wine.

Christopher stared intently at Jace's face, his smile not reaching his eyes. "I don't need you to kill anyone. Just take control of somebody so my men can handle the rest." "Got it. Send me the details."

After that, Jace finished the last shot of liquor and got up with his hands in his pocket. Then he walked out the door with steady steps.

Despite drinking so much, he could still walk in a straight line. Interesting.

Christopher watched him and said, "I've ordered my employee to prepare a deluxe suite for you. You can rest upstairs."

"The Boss has arranged a place for me. I only listen to his orders."

With a bang, the door swung closed.

Christopher stood in the dark alone, immediately taking out his phone and opening the search engine, typing a name in the search bar.

Several old news articles appeared, but the photos attached were extremely clear.

At this time, Yvonne happened to enter the room. She gazed at his shaking figure and asked tentatively, "Mr. Christopher… Are you alright?"

"Hahaha!"

Christopher stared at his phone and suddenly laughed wildly, his eerie laughter making Yvonne's scalp tingle.

"Is there anyone more capable than the Boss?"

Christopher laughed so hard he fell on the sofa, trying to catch his breath as his usually pale face turned red. "Justin… Just you wait. This is your true opponent!"

Yvonne looked at the man, who was laughing maniacally, and felt a surge of chill spread throughout her limbs.

She vaguely felt that Christopher knew the assassin, and they seemed to have a history.

During this period, major events occurred one after another, stirring up big waves in Savrow and Hatchbay.

James was arrested, and the Iverson Group was experiencing an almost irreversible reputation crisis Lance's Kospitalization due to his heart condition was heavily reported by the media.

The old man had been reported dead several times in the past few days.

On KS Group's side, Bella successfully took over and established her authority, her first act being to deal with Cameron.

Not only did she get rid of the vermin in their family, but she also earned back the $50 million.

Although $50 million was nothing much to the Thompson family, Bella would never allow an ungrateful scum like Cameron to get away with even a penny.

She did not take any of the $50 million seized from Cameron and donated all of it to the charity foundation created in Justin's mother's name.

The Hoffman Group was holding a board meeting this morning.

Ryan woke up early in the morning.

By the time he finished washing up and getting dressed Caprie was still clidalling her bear plushie. Her peaceful sleeping face was rosy, and her full lips parted with each breath.

Last night, he could not hold back and took her again.

While indulging in pleasure, his wife sobbed on his shoulder, saying that.

she wanted to wake up early the next morning to prepare his clothes, brew coffee, and make breakfast. She knew that it was a very important day for her man, and as his wife, she needed to be up and ready.

But Ryan gently responded while thrusting into her harder. After their lovemaking session, Carrie felt as if she was rug over by a truck, melting into his arms, and passing out immediately.

Ryan knew his lover too well. If they did it the night before, she would definitely sleep in the next day.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1786-This was exactly what Ryan wanted.

He did not need his delicate little wife to do anything for him. All he wanted was for her to stay home and wait for him to return home from work.

This was the happiness he had been pursuing all his life.

Ryan gazed at Carrie's sleeping face for a long time, feeling another surge of desire in his heart.

But in the end, he restrained himself.

He bent down and kissed her gently for a while, never getting enough of it. Then he stroked her cheek and said "I love you" several times before reluctantly

leaving the room.

Downstairs, Yasmin and a newly promoted secretary were respectfully waiting for Ryan.

Yasmin had become a dedicated private assistant and bodyguard for Carrie.

However, Ryan needed someone reliable by his side, too, so Yasmin recommended her apprentice, Dean, for the position of Ryan's new secretary.

"Mr. Hoffman!" The two bowed in unison.

"Yasmin, take good care of the house and Carrie."

With Dean's help, Ryan donned a black coat. Then, he reminded Yasmin, as usual, "If anything happens, contact me immediately. It doesn't matter, even if I'm in a meeting. You can call me anytime. Nothing is more important than Carrie."

"Yes, Mr. Hoffman." Yasmin nodded earnestly.

"Master, we're leaving now," Dean said, looking at Yasmin with bright eyes.

"Go on. Make sure to assist Mr. Hoffman well," Yasmin said as she gently raised her eyebrows, a bit like a worried mother.

Dean made an "OK" gesture and followed Ryan out the door.

Upon hearing the luxury car drive away, Yasmin let out a long sigh of relief and showed a knowing smile.

After all the hard work, it was finally time to reap the rewards.

Knowing Carrie would not wake up just yet, Yasmin went to the kitchen to prepare a scrumptious breakfast.

After a short while of preparing breakfast, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Yasmin thought Ryan had forgotten something and returned to retrieve it.

She quickly took off her apron and hurried to the entrance.

However, through the video monitor, the face that appeared was that of a stranger.

The man wore a black suit. Upon closer inspection, his features were sharp and well-defined. When he stared straight at Yasmin, his eyes gave off a strong, oppressive, and chilling masculine presence.

Suddenly, Yasmin's heart clenched. Even the pulse in her wrist throbbed inexplicably.

There were very few people who could exert such an intimidating presence on her.

"Who are you?"

Yasmin's eyes were full of vigilance as she e paces owly stepped back two paces, even reaching for the swo.net tucked behind her waist. belongs to FindNovel.net "I'm with the Hoffman Group."

The man then stated bluntly, his expression blank, as if he were m reciting ram a Script, "By Chairman Hoffman's order, I'm here to take

Ms. Carrie out for a while."

"I haven't received such instructions, and without Mr. Ryan Hofman'sn orders, no one can bring Young Madam away."

Yasmin's gaze darkened as she tightly gripped the gun in her hand. "Who exactly are you?"

Tired of speaking, the man outside had lost his patience.

He pulled something out from his coat and attached it dirctly to the keypad lock outside the door. Then he pressed a button.

After a few beeps, a muffled bang erupted from the door.

It blew open the high-security door just like that.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1787-Yasmin's eyes gleamed with a fierce, cold light as she swiftly raised her hand, pointing the gun straight at the intruding man.

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, the man moved with lightning speed, delivering a spinning kick that sent the gun flying from her hand, causing a cold sweat to break out on her forehead out of pain. Without catching her breath, Yasmin immediately grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and lunged at him, aiming the blade straight at his chest.

The two engaged in fierce and thrilling hand-to-hand combat.

Yasmin's combat skills were impressive after receiving special training since childhood in close-quarter combat techniques used by professional assassins.

However, after a dozen exchanges, she found herself struggling against this devilishly skilled man.

He was like a killing machine. Several of his moves nearly caught her off guard and could have easily ended her life.

"Ugh-!"

The man quickly found an opening in Yasmin's defenses, countered her attack, and twisted her arm to snatch the fruit knife from her grip. He then delivered a brutal kick to her back, sending her sprawling. But that was not enough. To ensure Yasmin could not defend herself any further, he plunged the knife into her left leg.

"Y-You're not from the Hoffman Group. No one there has skills like yours!"

The excruciating pain clouded Yasmin's vision. But even in this state, she did not cry out or beg for mercy. Instead, she gritted her teeth while her entire body was trembling from the pain.

"Who sent you here…? Who are you with?!"

In response to her questioning, Jace remained silent.

Sparing words and working efficiently were hallmarks of a professional assassin.

Although the soundproofing in the villa was excellent, the commotion still woke Carrie up.

She rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. But by then, it was all quiet downstairs.

It was as if what she had heard earlier was just an illusion.

Carrie put on her coat, clutching her teddy bear tightly with her slender arms, and began to walk downstairs.

"Yasmin? Yasmin?"

As she reached the middle of the stairs, she gasped in shock.

Yasmin was nowhere to be seen.

In her place was Jace, casually sitting on the sofa, peeling an apple with the fruit knife.

"W-Who are you?" Carrie's breath hitched, and her slender, fair legs trembled slightly.

Jace raised his eyes coldly, glancing at the pretty girl, his eyes devoid of emotion.

"Are you Ms. Carrie Salvador?"

Carrie stood frozen, unable to move or speak.

But her silence only served as confirmation of Jace's question.

Jace peeled the entire apple in one continuous strip, not breaking it once.

He then cut bif a prece of the flesh and was about to eat it when he paused and asked, "Want some?"

Carrie's clear, doe eyes were filled with fear and confusion as she stiffly shook her head.

Jace popped the piece into his own mouth, chewing it loudly, "Ms. Carrie, airman Hoffman sent me here to bring you over."

"Where's Yasmin?" Carrie fixed her eyes on him, her hand behind her back already swiping her phone screen open.

Although Jace was not looking at Carrie, he was fully aware of Carrie s,actions/ He then coolly said, " That's if you want to see Yasmin again."

"Don't move, Ms. Carrie."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1788-The man confiscated Carrie's phone and escorted her into the car.

Cold sweat soaked Carrie's shivering back as her slender, fragile body curled up pitifully next to Jace. She was still clutching her teddy bear, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

Despite facing unknown dangers, Carrie did not cry or beg Jace for mercy. She sat quietly, like a beautiful doll, waiting for her fate. It ironically made it harder for others to be too cruel to her.

Before leaving the villa, Jace grabbed another two apples.

He took a bite from one and offered the other to the girl.

"Do you want a bite?" he asked.

Carrie slowly lifted her pale, tense face. Her soft lips were colorless, and her sweat-dampened hair clung to her cheeks. Her voice was light and weak. "Are you really sent by the Hoffman Group to get me?"

Jace remained silent and kept the apple.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Jace continued to chew loudly.

"If I'm your target, please don't harm Yasmin." Carrie's eyes shone with determined light.

The mere thought of rescuing Yasmin filled her with a desperate courage that dispelled her intense fear.

She continued, "As long as Yasmin is safe, I won't attempt to escape. Even if it means exchanging my life for hers."

Jace glanced at Carrie indifferently, his sharp, thin lips pressed together.

Just then, the phone in his hand vibrated.

He quickly glanced at the screen and immediately answered the call. Upon picking up, his icy tone gained a hint of respect.

"Sir."

"Did you get her?"

Carrie's ears perked up as she caught a faintly familiar voice from the call.

As she tried to listen more closely, Jace, ever vigilant, moved the phone to his other ear, blocking her from hearing anything.

Jace answered, "Yes."

"Did Christopher order you to kill her?"

"No. He ordered me to bring her over."

A faint, amused chuckle came from the other end. "Heh, when it comes to breaking someone's spirit, no one can beat Mr. Iverson."

Jace's expression remained impassive. "Since I don't need to kill her, can I leave after bringing her there?" "No. Just cooperate with Mr. Iverson fully. Do whatever he asks of you."

Jace responded flatly, "Alright."

To Carrie's utter surprise, Jace brought her to the Hoffman Group.

Her emotions were a whirlwind of anxiety and complexity, especially since she knew Ryan was there as well.

Jace led her through numerous twists and turns without encountering a single person, clearly indicating that someone had meticulously planned her covert arrival.

After what felt like an endless journey, Jace forced her to stop in front of a white wall.

He knocked five times on the panel.

Suddenly, the wall split open, revealing a hidden room.

Only Old Master Hoffman knew about this room.

Due to his numerous enemies on both sides of the law as a result of his aggressive expansion efforts, Logan had designed this room as a concealed safe house within the Hoffman Group's office building. It was not far from the chairman's office.

The mastermind behind this scheme planned to hide Ryan's beloved here.

It was a cunning move, hiding Carrie in plain sight.

"Go in," Jace ordered coldly.

Carrie stared at the pitch-black room, her pupils contracting in fear, unable to move.

Suddenly, her arms felt empty.

Jace had snatched her teddy bear away and shoved her fragile body into the darkness.

"No-!"

Carrie's heart pounded wildly, her eyes wide with terror, as if blood would seep from the depths of her pupils.

Bang !

The door slammed shut tightly.

The darkness, like a hellish abyss, instantly engulfed the girl.

The soundproofing of the safe house was top on the the get the will he could not hear anything from within.

He furrowed his brows slightly, lowering his gaze to the teddy bear in his hand, how damp with the girl's sweat.

With a chuckle, Christopher's voice came through in his Bluetooth earpiece.

"Well done, Mr. Bailiff. Your task is complete. You may leave now."

"I don't understand." Jace squeezed the teddy bear. "Why are you doing this?"

"That woman is Ryan's lifeline."

Christopher's tone was sinister, his voice chilly and mocking. "Killing her isn't the most brutal act. The realm gryelty is making them live apart from each other. Watching Ryan helplessly witness his beloved woman suffer immense pain without being able to do anything is the most.

satisfying revenge I can get!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1789-"Teddy… My teddy bear…"

In the suffocating darkness, Carrie leaned closely against the cold wall, her body trembling. She curled up with her arms around her knees.

The man had taken her teddy bear. It was as if he had shattered her soul and stripped away her spine.

Her mind was blank, with cold sweat dripping down her pale, beautiful face.

"Ryan… Where are you? Please come and save me…"

Suddenly, all the lights in the room turned on.

Numerous cold, incandescent beams struck Carrie's pallid face like the harsh glare of an interrogation lamp, further pushing her already fragile mind to the brink.

"Ryan… I'm so scared… Ryan…" Tears streamed incessantly from her tightly shut eyes.

Carrie could not think of anything.

Even the tender, loving moments she had shared with Ryan began to blur, distort, and fade in her memory. Suddenly, a gigantic screen on the wall flickered to life.

Carrie painfully opened her swollen and reddened eyes, tears filling her vision.

She saw the woman on the screen covered in wounds, tightly bound and blindfolded. It was unmistakably Yasmin.

Her mental state shattered completely.

In the Hoffman Group boardroom, the board meeting proceeded as scheduled.

Chairman Logan Hoffman sat at the head of the table. As the leading figure of the Hoffman Group, he led a group of veteran subordinates through countless storms to build the company into what it is today. Within the Hoffman Group, he was the king.

Although Logan had gradually handed over the family business to Ryan, a few seasoned veterans still did not fully respect Ryan and only regarded the old chairman as their leader.

Their concerns went beyond just this reason. They feared Ryan's rise in power would diminish their influence in the company and curtail their opportunities for personal gain.

They knew that promoting Liam would only lead the Hoffman Group into decline, but not everyone cared about the group's long-term prospects. Some were only interested in maximizing their immediate benefits.

This was the primary reason why Liam, despite his incompetence, could rival Ryan.

Taking his time, Logan cleared his throat and surveyed the room with an authoritative gaze.

"Today's meeting is held to announce something I believe everyone is already aware of."

Ryan's sharp brows furrowed slightly. Inexplicable discomfort surged through his chest, making him uneasy.

From the start of the meeting, he had checked his phone every couple of minutes.

He was not sure what was causing his anxiety, but his heart pounded restlessly in his chest.

All eyes were on Ryan.

Sitting directly across from Ryan, Liam stared at him with a gaze gen cold and sharp as a winter's shard.

His expression brimmed with anger.

and resentment.

However, a few seconds later, his lips curled into a barely noticeable, sinister smile.

"Now, I announce that my grandson, Ryan, will be the new CER of the m Hoffman Group. we will officially join the board of directors!"

Old Master Hoffman announced it with a commanding voice.

Just as the attendees were about to applaud and congraculate ryan liam suddenlly stood up sad gong ate to than

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1790-Ryan's dark, phoenix-like eyes locked onto Liam's malevolent expression, an undercurrent of dark aura flickering in his sharp gaze.

The sheer intensity of Ryan's gaze was intimidating.

Suddenly, Liam felt as if he were choking. His heart tightened in fear.

But then he reminded himself that he had no reason to fear this young man.

After all, he was Logan's only surviving son and an uncle to Ryan.

Liam was determined to go against Ryan at all costs.

After a brief contemplation, Logan spoke in a deep voice. "Liam, Ryan has proven himself over a long period, both in reputation and business sense. He is undoubtedly the best candidate for the group's next CEO. You need a reason to oppose this decision."

Standing tall and defiant, Liam shot Ryan a malicious glance before turning to Logan.

"Father."

"Use titles in the boardroom," Logan snapped. He had always disliked Liam's flippant demeanor. Liam was so unlike Ryan's father, Logan's late son.

"Chairman Hoffman," Liam reluctantly corrected himself. "By appointing Ryan as the CEO, you're essentially naming him the future head of the Hoffman family, right?"

Logan nodded.

"Given that, Ryan's status is incredibly significant."

Liam aimed to undermine Ryan while appearing to praise him. "Ryan wouldn't just be the CEO of the Hoffman Group. As your only grandson, he's the future of our entire family. This is akin to naming a crown prince!"

"What exactly are you getting at?" Unaware of his uncle's ulterior motives, Ryan stared at him with growing intensity.

"All I want to say is that every move you make affects the Hoffman Group's reputation, and your marriage is especially crucial to our family's future."

Liam's tone dripped with venomous insinuation. "You have to be serious about it."

"I'll marry whoever I want."

Ryan slammed his large palm onto the table. His phoenix-like eyes blazed crimson with fury. "No one can dictate that!"

There were no guns in this standoff, but everyone present was on edge.

"I may just be your uncle, so I can't interfere with your decisions. However, Chairman Hoffman is your grandfather, the undisputed head of the Hoffman family. Surely he has a say in this?"

Liam scoffed. His expression shifted from disdain to indignation as he added, "Chairman Hoffman, although our family ranks fourth among the four major families in Savrow, we're still a prestigious and influential family. With Ryan's looks and talents, even if he cannot marry a wealthy lady like Ms. Thompson, should we really allow him to marry a mentally unstable woman? Must our family degrade itself in this manner?!"

The crowd was stunned. The boardroom erupted into an uproar.

Mentally unstable?!

Was Ryan's fiancée, the youngest daughter of the Salva don fanfily? M mentally unstable?!

Was this a matter of matching social status or a case of charitable assistance?

Ryan remained seated. A blazing fury that could scorch the heavens and earth emanated from her. His hoarse voice scarfed a thick undertone of impending doom. "You had just insulted my fiancée publicly. Have you considered the consequences awaiting you?"

"Liam."

The room fell silent abruptly.

It was as if a born king's mere presence could deter all injustice.

"I insulted her? I merely stated the facts. Where's the insult in that?"

Liam smirked. He then promptly threw a stack of prepared documents onto the table, sliding them from phe end of the long, donferende table to the other. "Come, everyone, take one.

Let's all have a look! This is the psychiatric evaluation report of Ms.

Carrie Salvador. Ryan, if I make up even half a word in this report, I'll do anything you want me to."