Ch. 1921..1930

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1921-Liam's face was drenched in sweat, and he trembled violently.

Five syringes of deadly poison represented five people's hatred.

It was strange. Even when his arm was cut off and he was shot three times at the swimming pool in a life-or-death struggle, Liam did not feel the fear that he did now, facing his impending death.

Perhaps Dean was right. Given the chance to live, even just for a few more days, he was unwilling to face death.

Dean's gaze darkened viciously, and he injected the first syringe of poison into Liam's chest. The cold and thick needle went into the hilt!

"Ugh!" Liam felt so much pain that his body convulsed as if he were being electrocuted, his eyes bulging terrifyingly.

"This needle is for Mr. Ryan's father, whom you murdered. After the injection, your limbs will be paralyzed, and your nerves will twitch."

Dean picked up the second syringe, fiercely stabbing it into Liam's left rib. "This needle is for Old Master Logan. You will feel excruciating pain in your stomach and experience dizziness and nausea."

Liam looked at him with pleading eyes. Tears and snot streamed down his face without any regard for his pride. This type of slow torture was a hundred times worse than being shot!

"The third needle is for Mr. Ryan. You will foam at your mouth and gradually suffocate." Dean injected the needle into his right rib.

A few seconds later, Liam indeed began to vomit, but his mouth was tightly sealed and unable to expel the vomit. They could only accumulate in his mouth and travel back down his throat, choking him. The intense feeling of suffocation made his face turn red and purple.

"The fourth needle is for Ms. Carrie. You will go blind, and the pain in your stomach will increase."

Dean pierced the thick needle through Liam's stomach and smiled coldly.

Liam's sight gradually blurred. As poison coursed through his body, he felt his internal organs convulsing, his facial muscles twitching, and his heart pounding so quickly it was about to jump out of his chest. His bloodshot eyes were empty and unfocused, revealing a hint of hysterical despair.

"The last needle is for my master… Yasmin."

Dean's hand, holding the fifth syringe, could not stop shaking. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he choked up, almost unable to speak. "All her life… She has suffered many hardships and endured so much torment. She almost never had a day tardive her own life, yet she's gone now…

"How could life be so unfair? How could you be so cruel to her… She still hasn't seen Mr. Ryan and Ms. Carrie get married. She hasn't found her own happiness. How could she leave like this? If I could turn back time, I would be willing to die for her. How I hope the person w fell into that pool was me.

"Liam Hoffman, go to hell! Repent for your sins there, and may you reincarnate into a worse life for an eternity!"

The next second, he raised his arm high and plunged the needle down, stabbing it into Liam's heart.

The man on the bed stiffened, his fingers stretching out as he let out a muffled and low growl.

Then he stopped breathing, his eyes still wide open.

Dean left the trolley at the scene and left silently.

Just as he reached the stairway, a guard's voice rang out behind him, questioning, "Stop! Take out your ID card!"

Dean's heart tightened, and he immediately bolted out the door!

The two policemen chased after him as he sprinted toward the hospital's underground parking with all his might.

Seeing that they were about to catch up, he felt disheartened and wanted O surrender but a black car sped toward the police officers like a shadow in the night.

The police officers dodged in a panic.

At this moment, another car followed behind and stopped in front of Dean, the door opening.

"Get in!"

A familiar, low voice came from the dim interior of the car.

Dean's heart skipped a beat as he leaped into the car.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1922-As the other car blocked the police officer at the hospital, Dean was able to escape successfully.

The black car sped along the neon-lit roads of Savrow.

Ryan stared out the window with a dark gaze, his eyes empty and desolate.

Under the shifting lights, his face was still handsome as usual, but it carried an indescribable sense of loneliness and sorrow, as if he had completely changed.

Dean stared at him deeply, trying to find a shadow of the man he once knew, but there were no traces left.

He was completely broken.

"I didn't give an order. You shouldn't have done something extra." After a long silence, Ryan finally said, "We have many chances to kill Liam, but you chose the riskiest way."

"Sorry, Mr. Hoffman."

Dean lowered his head, clenching his fists tightly in resentment. "But… I want him dead so badly. It's a mercy to let him live for one more day on earth! Sorry…

I know I've caused you trouble. I'm willing to take responsibility for it! If the police trace it to you, please give me up. I've gotten my revenge and have no regrets anymore. I'm willing to confess my crimes…"

Ryan closed his eyes and cut Dean's words off with a wave of his hand. "I didn't want you to do it because I'm worried you'd sacrifice yourself."

Dean's heart thumped, his eyes widening. "Mr. Hoffman…"

"You're all I have left."

Ryan's throat bobbed, pain spreading in his heart. "You were Yasmin's best friend when she was alive. If anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to face Yasmin in the afterlife."

"Thank you…" Dean finally could not hold back anymore, tears of shame streaming down.

"Is he dead?"

"Yes. I watched him take his last breath. Rest assured, Mr. Hoffman. He died painfully. I won't let him have an easy death.” Ryan's pale lips curled up. Inexplicable emotions burned his throat, and he did not speak for a long while.

"Today, the police station called me saying that Old Master Logan's autopsy has been completed. You can start handling his funeral Dean said sorrowfully.

"Okay."

At this time, Ryan's phone vibrated. It was a call from his mother.

Ryan lowered his gaze and stared at the screen for a moment. He finally answered, despite having ignored countless of her calls.

"Ryan Hoffman! Are you still human? Do you have an ounce of humanity?!"

Claire screamed hysterically on the other end of the phone, scolding him.

"This is the result of your boundless pampering of that idiot girl from the Salvador family! Our family is destroyed! Your grandfather is dead, and your sister was gravely injured by you, coughing up blood every day. Are you happy now? Satisfied?!"

Listening to his mother's unrestrained curses, Ryan felt no emotion and even laughed.

"It's all because of that idiot!

Sling demon, a curse sent to destroy the Hoffman family!"

Claire shouted madly, showing no signs of the demeanor of a prestigious lady.

Even without your grandfather, I will never accept her! She will never m marry you and become my daughter-in-law! Never! Over my dead body!"

"Are you done?" Ryan's voice was indifferent.

Claire was stunned by Ryan's calmness. All she could hear was her heavy breathing.

It seems like everything that happened to our family recently has b been a huge blow to you. Your mental state is quite unstable."

Ryan turned and calmly ordered, Dean, contact the best hospital abroad known for treating mental illnesses and send Mrs. Hoffman over for proper treatment."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1923-Dean was stunned for a moment before he replied, "Yes. I'll arrange for it tomorrow."

Ryan wanted to hang up, but Claire started wailing on the other end of the phone. "Ryan Hoffman! I am your mother! How could you imprison me in a mental hospital? You're out of your mind!

"Even if the Hoffman Group falls into your hands, even if you're the head of the family now, I'm not afraid of you! I'll give it everything I have and use all my connections to save Zoe! If you have the guts, kill me! Anyway, you don't want your mother anymore… I don't want such a heartless and ruthless son either! I want to sever our relationship!"

"Okay." Ryan did not hesitate and hung up the phone.

The world fell silent.

Dean stared at Ryan in a daze, asking in shock, "Mr. Hoffman, are you really severing ties with your mother? You've just gotten full control of the Hoffman Group. If word got out, I'm afraid those reporters would slander you. It would affect your reputation."

"It's not important."

Ryan's thin lips curled slightly, endless tenderness dancing in his eyes. "Having Carrie is enough for me."

Dean nodded, suddenly having an urge to cry. He muttered a silent prayer, 'God, please let them be together. Mr. Ryan has sacrificed too much to achieve this happiness…' "Oh right, Mrs. Hoffman just said she wants to save Zoe. The best way would be to get her released for medical treatment, and her current situation does meet the criteria. Should we stop-” "No need. If she wants to risk everything for her daughter, let her."

Ryan's gaze was emotionless, and his voice was ice-cold, cutting through the edge. "As a mother, it's only fitting."

At midnight, Ryan did not return to rest. He rushed to the hospital to visit the woman he loved deeply.

In the quiet hallway, Justin and Arnold were talking about Carrie's injuries.

Seeing Ryan arrive, Justin immediately pulled him aside.

"I got news from Ralph that Liam was killed in the hospital. Was it you?"

"Yeah." Facing his brother, Ryan did not mince words.

"That's too risky. This is murder! Although Liam deserves to die, doing so will drag you into huge trouble."

Justin grasped Ryan's shoulder tightly. "If getting revenge requires sacrificing yourself, what's the point of revenge? Even if you don't think for yourself, you should think about Carrie Yasmin has already sacrificed herself. If a live happens to you, how will Carrie live on?"

Ryan's throat dried up, and his eyes moistened.

Liam is dead. The police will treat you as their prime suspect because you have enough motives.". Justin's breath became heavier as he formed a plan "I'll come up with something.

to deal with the police. You just need to deny it to the end. I'll handle the rest."

"Justin, sorry. I did this to Carrie…"

Ryan's tall frame helplessly leaned forward, resting his forehead on com Justin's shoulder The man, who had forced himself to hold on until now, finally shed his armor and showed his vulnerable side.

Ryan's tall frame helplessly leaned forward, resting his forehead on com Justin's shoulder The man, who had forced himself to hold on until now, finally shed his armor and showed his vulnerable side.

In the ward, Carrie's frail body lay on the snow-white bed. She wore an oxygen mask, and the monitor tracked her weak heartbeat.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1924-Ryan sat beside the bed, holding her scarred hand against his cheek, gently rubbing it, and kissing her palm.

He usually doted on her, treating her like priceless, fragile porcelain.

He had taken such good care of her, yet those bastards trampled on his beloved in the mud, causing her to break apart…

"Carrie, I'm here. Open your eyes and look at me, okay?" Ryan's reddened eyes welled with tears, his pale lips slightly quivering as he muttered, pleading, "Wake up… Don't leave me alone." He sat there without moving until the sun rose.

Early the next morning, Gregory came to visit his daughter, accompanied by Paul.

When Justin, who stood guard outside the ward for the whole night, saw his father, he stood up with a complicated gaze.

"Were you sitting here the whole night without sleeping?" Looking at his deep eye bags, Gregory was shocked.

Justin said lightly, "Yeah. I'm not sleepy."

"How is this fine? This is the fourth day, right? A human can live for a maximum of seven days without sleep. Do you want to die?!" Gregory's brows furrowed deeply, and he blurted out in a panic.

The father and son stared at each other, an awkward tension lingering between them.

Justin's eyes widened slightly. He could not believe that this man actually cared about him.

But Gregory's words seemed genuinely concerned. He was not used to it.

Gregory blinked and cleared his throat. "I had Paul buy some breakfast. You haven't eaten yet, right? Have some."

Paul immediately placed the two takeout boxes in his hands on the chair.

"There's your grandfather's portion. Take it to him later. He's picky and complains that the hospital food is tasteless, specifically asking for burgers and whatnot. I don't know what's so tasty about it. He can't seem to have enough of them."

As he spoke, Gregory paused and added, "I heard Bella also stayed here yesterday night. I've bought breakfast for her. You two can eat together."

Justin thought he had misheard Gregory and stared at him. "What did you say?"

"Ahem… Since Carrie's accident, she has been busy helping Carrie, even bringing in doctors from Meridan to treat her."

"Although I don't like that girl, expression is as prideful as ever. helped my daughter this time should thank her."

Justin was stunned for a while, feeling complex emotions and unsure what to say.

Paul took the scene in and chuckled lightly.

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. The relationship between Gregory and Justin did not seem as hostile as before. "Who is the person in the ward?"

Gregory stared at the man's back through the glass window and asked curiously.

"It's Ryan."

"You mean he's Ryan?!" Gregory was stocked. "Why did his hair become like that?"

Paul glanced over. Ryan was still so young, but his hair was as white as show. Paul felt distressed looking at it.

So many things happened to his family, and Carrie was severely com injured. He was heartbroken. His hair ). I tumed white overnight from grief.' Justin choked up, unable to bear looking any longer.

Gregory's eyes widened with disbelief, but he had to believe it.

At this time, Ryan walked out with heavy steps.

Seeing Gregory, he felt overwhelming guilt, lowering his head, afraid to look K into Gregory's eyes. "Chairman Salvador, sorry for the intrusion. I'll leave now ne Just as he was about to pass by, Gregory suddenly grabbed Ryan's arm.

"Paul, buy another set of breakfast for Mr. Hoffman and have it delivered immediately."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1925-Ryan's heart skipped a beat as he stared at Gregory blankly.

His dry lips parted slightly, but he still did not know what to say after a long while.

Standing at the side, Justin's eyes flashed with surprise. After a brief silence, his thin lips curled up in relief.

"Yes, Chairman Salvador. I'll arrange it now!"

Paul smiled and wanted to leave, but Ryan stopped him. "No need for the trouble. I still have work waiting for me. Thank you for your offer, Chairman Salvador."

Gregory did not force it and nodded slightly, saying in a low voice, "So many things have happened in your family, and you had to shoulder it yourself. It must be hard on you, but you can't neglect your well- being. Carrie is my only daughter. If you can't hold on, her sky will collapse."

Ryan's body, overwhelmed by exhaustion from the past few days and battered by the harsh reality, suddenly felt a surge of warmth at this moment.

His heart tightened, and he looked steadily at Gregory. His voice was hoarse but determined as he said, "Please rest assured. For Carrie's sake, I'll hold on no matter how hard it is."

Justin held Ryan's shoulder as they walked toward the parking lot.

"Ryan, congratulations."

Justin's eyes curved as he smiled brightly. "It looks like Gregory's attitude toward you has softened. After this life-threatening accident, he must have thought it through and doesn't resent you as much anymore."

Ryan's lips curled up slightly into a bitter smile. "Justin, thank you for comforting me. But I know my place."

Looking at his dim and flickering gaze, Justin felt sorrowful.

Ryan was carefree and spirited in the past, but now, facing his love for Carrie, he was full of guilt and inferiority, as if he could not love someone passionately and boldly as he did before. Looking at Ryan now, Justin thought of himself back when he was struggling in his relentless pursuit of Bella.

At this moment, he would be Ryan's support.

"Ryan, be more confident. You haven't wronged anyone."

Justin patted his shoulder heavily. "Although Gregory could not meddle in your relationship with Carrie even as her father, Carrie would be happier with his support. Beside he would assist the Hoffman Group for the sake of his only daughter. Your future road as the head of the Hoffman family would become smoother.

"However, quoting Bella's words, Gregory is extremely stubborn and cares too much about his pride. Even if he acknowledged you deep down, he would not say anything. His behavior today was already unexpected. Don't worry. You and Carrie have gone through life and death together. There won't be anyone or anything that could separate you again."

At this time, a series of casual yet steady footsteps walked toward them.

"Mr. Brown?"

"Drew?"

Drew's black trench coat made a rustling sound as the wind in the parking lot blew past him. His handsome features darkened with a cold gleam.

"I was caught up at work, so I came late."

Justin immediately shook his head. "You're not late."

Drew stared at Ryan, who looked different now. His lashes fluttered as he went straight to the point. "Is there anything else I could help you with?"

Ryan felt a surge of warmth. "Thanks. I can manage by myself."

"Back then, when Justin's head was cracked open and he was hospitalized, do you remember what I said?"

Drew slightly raised his lips. "I said, from now on, you're not the only friend Justin has. Similarly, he'snot!

EDO your only friend too. Whenever necessary, you can utilize all the resources, including me." "Mr.

Brown … Thank you." Ryan's eyes reddened, and he thanked Drew softly.

"Ha, if you really want to thank me, call me Drew." Drew could not keep a straight face for more than three seconds, immediately teasing again.

Ryan's voice choked. "Drew."

"Tsk, it's no fun if you're so obedient." Drew clicked his tongue, covering up his sadness.

Mr. Hoffman!" Dean anxiously rushed over. There's movement from m Mrs. Hoffman! She bribed a prison doctor to tamper with Zoe's medical report. The police have agreed to their request for medical parole, and she'll be released from the prison this afternoon "Got it." This was clearly bad news, but Ryan was eerily calm. "Gather everyone who's still willing to work for me. If they're afraid of taking on the risk, I won't force them."

Justin vaguely sensed that he was about to do something dangerous.

com He frowned deeply and wanted to speak, but Drew saw through him and smiled mischievously. "Hey, why so troublesome? I alone am enough.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1926-Due to Ryan's severe beating, Zoe broke two of her ribs. Therefore, her treatment in the detention center over the past few days was somewhat better than Bethany's. At the very least, she could stay in a single room and did not have to clean toilets or drink urine.

Every day, Zoe would cough up blood, lacking the strength to even complain.

She could only lie weakly on the hard, basic bed, crying and feeling like she was about to die.

"Help… I'm dying… I drank the blood of an AIDS patient. I'm going to get AIDS…

Someone, please save me!"

Bethany's trick had indeed worked wonders.

For the past few days, the sole thought of Bethany's malicious words would make Zoe bend over and vomit. Ever since then, she lived in constant fear and anxiety.

Unfortunately, no one cared about her.

She endured this suffering until this day.

When she learned that the authorities were going to release her on medical parole and send her to the hospital, Zoe, who had been on the brink of death, sat up abruptly, feeling as if she had come back to life. She began to laugh and cry hysterically in front of the prison guards and her lawyer.

"Hahaha… I knew it… I knew Grandpa and Mommy wouldn't abandon me! I just knew it!"

Her eyes were bloodshot and frenzied as she laughed. "Ryan wants me dead…

Well, he can dream on! Hahahaha!"

Even the prison guards frowned at her stubborn, unrepentant behavior.

Her lawyer did not dare to tell her about Logan's passing, fearing it would drive her completely mad and make her lash out like a rabid dog.

So, he patiently said, "Ms. Hoffman, the police car to take you to the hospital is already waiting outside. Please, let's get moving."

"The police car? Did my Mom not send a car for me? Why should I ride in a police car?!" Zoe demanded, glaring and pouting.

The lawyer was at a loss for words. "Ms. Hoffman, they are releasing you on medical parole. You are not acquitted. You are still a criminal suspect, and the prosecution will continue to press charges against you during your treatment in the hospital."

"You useless fool!" Pointing at the lawyer's nose like a shrew, Zoe cursed "You're telling me you can't ever handle such a trivial matter?! Is my family paying you for nothing?!"

The lawyer gritted his teeth in anger. He cursed her inwardly, hoping she would not meet a good end.

Two police officers escorted Zoe out of the detention center with her hands cuffed.

The weather was bad, with dark clouds looming and an oppressive atmosphere.

Despite this, Zoe looked up at the sky with excitement, greedily breathing in the fresh air. 'Ah, Freedom is not far away!' If she could walk out of this stinking detention center, she would surely be able to escape unscathed and avoid legal punishment.

After all, she was the beloved darling of her grandfather and mother, the treasured heiress of the Hoffman family.

With the escort of two officers, Zoe boarded the police van provided for her, and they headed toward the designated hospital.

Sitting in the back, Zoe closed her eyes and relaxed imagining the m carefree days awaiting her once she got out.

Did Ryan really think this would make her pay for what she had done? He must have lost his mind being in love!

Not only would he be unable to do anything to her, but for harming his sibling like this, even their grandfather would not spare him. He could forget about being the CEO!

Lost in her thoughts, Zoe gradually fell asleep.

The van left the city, driving toward the Fourth Highway and into an underpass.

As the vehicle entered the dark tunnel, the surveillance camera above the freeway suddenly stopped rotating.

The van continued to drive smoothly until the tires suddenly screeched with a piercing sound.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1927-Both front left tires of the van simultaneously blew out, causing the vehicle to lose control and crash violently into the left wall with a thunderous bang.

The crash dented the left door and completely wrecked the front of the van. It was a horrific sight.

Having worn seat belts, the two police officers sustained only minor injuries.

However, Zoe, seated in the back, was not as lucky. She hit her head hard. A large bump formed on her head, and the door crushed her left arm, with metal scraping her flesh, causing blood to gush out and her to scream in pain.

"How could the tires blow out suddenly?!"

"That's really strange. Let's check it out!"

As the two officers got out of the van and bent down to inspect the situation, they suddenly felt a sharp pain in their napes and collapsed to the ground.

Instead of being frightened, Zoe looked excitedly at the man in a black trench coat and mask standing before her. "Did my grandfather send you to rescue me?! He must have sent you here, right?!" "Heh, rescue a monster like you?"

The man narrowed his sharp, contrasting eyes. He then let out a mocking laugh.

"I'm not someone who enjoys such lowly tasks."

Zoe's pupils dilated. Her blood froze in her veins as she trembled uncontrollably.

"W-Who are you?!"

"Me?"

The man leaned in closer, his presence oppressive, his eyes piercing through her fear-stricken, pale face. "I'm the one who enforces God's will and oversees everything. I'm the Archangel of Vengeance."

When Zoe regained consciousness, she had no idea where she was.

She found iron chains shackled in her hands, suspending her from the ceiling.

Someone had stripped her of her inmate uniform, leaving her in nothing but a dirty bra and O underwear.

The room, likely a basement, had no windows and was frigid, causing her teeth to chatter and her skin to break out in goosebumps.

"Help… Someone… Please help me…!"

Zoe struggled, crying out desperately. "Grandpa… Mom… Help me!"

Suddenly, the basement door opened.

Three muscular men entered. Without a word, they started tearing off the remaining scraps of her clothes and took turns violating her.

Her heart-wrenching screams echoed in the darkness.

Vision blurred after crying, Zoe stared hopelessly at the swaying dim light overhead. Her face was bruised and battered, but she could only endure the brutal assault with resignation.

The overwhelming pain felt like she was perpetually clawing her way out of hell, only to get dragged back into the abyss repeatedly.

After what felt like an eternity, the three men had their fill and threw a jacket over her bleeding body before leaving the basement.

In excruciating pain, Zoe felt as if her body had split apart. She wrapped herself in the jacket and slowly crawled forward, sobbing wretchedly.

Just then, cold, steady footsteps approached her.

A pair of spotless leather shoes appeared in front of her. She squinted through her swollen eyes, struggling to look up.

"You… You…" Zoe gasped, her eyes bloodshot with rage.

"How does it feel to get humiliated, Ms. Hoffman?"

Ryan looked down at her coldly, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You tortured Carrie for three years, so I found three men to torture you. An eye for an eye, fair and square."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1928-"Ryan… Ryan…"

Zoe grabbed the hem of the man's pants with her filthy hands. Her eyes brimmed with ghostly hatred and venomous resentment.

"For that slut… For that slut… You're treating me like this all because of her…

What makes her so special? I'm your sister! How can you do this to me?!"

"Yeah, you're my sister."

Ryan's voice was so mellow it seemed to blend into the darkness. His narrow eyes gleamed coldly, holding back a hint of tears.

"My own sister, whom I doted on since childhood, repeatedly stabbed me in the heart with the cruelest daggers. You didn't hesitate to tear apart my happiness with your own hands for your selfish desires. If you hated and harmed only me, perhaps I could forgive you for the sake of our sibling bond. But you tortured an innocent girl, and that girl happened to be the love of my life…

"Zoe, I've given you too many chances. Each time, I held onto a sliver of hope that you would change and come to your senses. However, I overestimated your conscience. Whenever I showed you mercy, you responded with even more ruthless and vicious cruelty toward Carrie."

Ryan closed his reddened eyes.

He kept seeing the scene of Carrie fiercely fending off Jason Solloway.

What if she had not had the strength to resist? What if she had not risked her life to fight back?

The horrors Zoe just faced would have been Carrie's fate.

"Ryan… Stop justifying your heartlessness and betrayal with excuses!"

Zoe panted heavily, glaring at him with malice. "That foolish woman had completely brainwashed you! You're nothing but a madman now… You're just like a mad dog under her manipulation! My biggest regret in this life is being your sister and not killing that bitch back then… That way, you'd live in regret forever!"

Ryan narrowed his sharp eyes, glaring at her.

He watched her shout madly, turning into a hideous monster.

"You locked me up here… Do you think you can avenge that bitch just like this?

Haha… You kidnapped me right under the police's nose. They will find me soon!

And Grandpa… Mom… They will all look for me… Ryan, you're done for! You're totally done for!"

"Grandpa is gone."

Despite always being calm, Ryan's voice choked momentarily when he delivered the news.

Zoe's face turned as white as plaster, her eyes vacant. "What did you just say?

Grandpa… He's dead?"

Then Zoe burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Ha… Haha! Ryan, you must be lying. At this point, you're saying anything to get at me!"

"Is it even necessary for me to do that?"

The pain in Ryan's eyes floated in the darkness. "We'll be holding Grandpa's funeral the day after tomorrow. Unfortunately, you won't get to see him one last time."

Zoe's pupils shrank as panic completely overtook her. "How is this possible…?"

"Liam killed him. He stabbed him thrice."

Despair washed over Zoe, her heart spasming with fear. "No… No…"

"You aided and abetted this. You tried to use Liam to go against me and then to get rid of Carrie. But in the end, it was Liam who killed the person who loved you the most in this family. Not only that, Liam killed our father, too. He was the one who tampered with the plane crash back then."

Zoe was completely stunned. She felt as if her entire world was collapsing with a deafening roar.

Back then, I told you more than once to stay away from Liam, that he m might be the one who killed Dad. But you insisted on associating with him.

Your actions, without a doubt, made you Liam's accomplice."

Suppressing the pain of losing her loved ones, Ryan's voice was hoarse from the weight of grief "If he could kill his own father, do you think you can survive under his hand? You followed his orders to kidnap Carrie, not knowing that he was ready to ambush you. He had already set up cameras to record your vote deeds and exposed them online. You are nothing more than a pawn he can discard once you've outlived your usefulness."

Reeling from the blow to her soul, Zoe started laughing maniacally again, her gaze increasingly crazed.

So, Liam played me? tak.What !

oke. I'm not the pawn. He is! Ryan …

You've gone to great lengths to morally blackmail me. Do you think that by saying all this … I'll fall into your trap and feel guilty? Don't you dare think you can stand on the moral high ground to punish me … | don't buy it!"

Ryan's handsome face remained impassive. "I'll give you one last chance.

Apologize to Carrie right now, in front of me. I will show you leniency if you do so."

"Don't even think about it! I'd rather die than bow to that bitch!" Zoe spat fiercely, defiant as ever.

"Dean."

Dean, who had been waiting outside, approached the man. "Yes, Mr. Hoffman."

"Please escort Ms. Hoffman on her final journey."

Ryan's pale lips parted slightly as he spoke. He then decisively turned and walked toward the door.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1929-"Ryan! Where are you sending me to… What are you going to do to me?!"

Just moments ago, Zoe had been shouting defiantly. But now she was fearing for her life. Despite her terror, she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy and screamed at Ryan's tall, shadowy figure. "Have you forgotten the vow you made at Dad's grave?! You promised to cherish me and protect me for life! How can you do this and still face our dead father?!"

Upon hearing Zoe's words, Ryan halted his heavy footsteps.

A torrent of emotions surged within him. His heart sank into a mire of exhaustion and pain.

He slowly unfolded his trembling hands.

When they were younger, these hands had gently patted the soft hair of that sweet girl, fed her, lifted her high in the air, and held her hand as they ran joyfully through amusement parks.

Other than being her brother, he had also taken on the role of a father. He tried his best to fill the void left by their absent father during her childhood.

But now, these same hands were about to sever, with deep anguish, the blood bond that had wounded him so deeply.

A single, hot tear fell into his palm.

"I swore to cherish my sister. But you are nothing more than a monster. You're a monster, consumed by jealousy and desire."

With those words, the man no longer hesitated and strode away.

Zoe's heart suddenly shattered, and her expression became hollow.

In an instant, remorse consumed her entire being.

But there was no turning back now.

By the time Ryan walked out of the abandoned villa, it was already late.

Leaning against the hood of a sports car smoking, Drew saw Ryan come out and stubbed out his cigarette underfoot.

"Drew, you're still here." Ryan approached him, his face drained of color.

"Of course, I stayed. I was afraid you'd do something stupid. My brother-in-law asked me to watch over you."

Drew sighed, trying to sound casual. "It's a good thing you held yourself together."

"Were you worried I'd kill her?"

Ryan slowly shook his head. "I wouldn't take her life. Justin wouldn't want my hands stained with blood, and I don't want to disappoint him."

Drew stared intently at him, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, hesitant to speak.

"You're thinking it's too much for me to treat my sister this way, right?" Ryan tilted his head slightly, as if holding back some overwhelming emotion.

Drew crossed his arms, pondering for a moment. "If Bella was the one who got tormented to this extent, I think I'd be even more ruthless than you. I'd definitely kill her, and no one could stop me from doing so."

Ryan lowered his eyelids wearily. "Drew, I have no idea why my heart still hurts now. But I have no regrets."

After Zoe's abduction, the police conducted an all-night investigation but found nothing.

Someone hacked the surveillance at the crime scene, and tranquilizer darts knocked out the two police officers on duty before they could see the kidnapper's face. In broad daylight, Zoe vanished into thin air.

The next day, the Hoffman Group held an emergency board meeting.

All the directors unanimously approved, and Ryan officially took over the group.

Though he was still under thirty, he fully took charge of the Hoffman Group, becoming the head of the Hoffman family and the chairman of the Hoffman Group.

Dressed in a sharp, distinguished black suit, Ryan sat at the head of the K conference table, accepting applause and words of congratulations with an indifferent expression.

He had finally reached the pinnacle of power, with everyone bowing to him.

However, he did not seem to feel any joy. This was not what he truly wanted.

Just then, someone violently kicked the conference room door open.

"I object to this!"

Mrs. Hoffman stormed into the conference room. Her eyes were bloodshot with rage as she furiously berated Ryan in front of all the directors. Her gaze was terrifying.

Ryan … You cold-blooded, ruthless wretch I am a major shareholder of the Hoffman Group, and I hold com shares ! I object to you becoming the chairman of the Hoffman Group!

You're someone capable of harming your own sister … With such poor character, selfishness, and greed, what right do you have to lead the Hoffman Group ?! "

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1930-Ryan lowered his eyes, spinning the pen of power between his slender fingers.

The others glanced at Mrs. Hoffman's outburst, shaking their heads with a hint of contempt in their eyes.

"Zoe disappeared on her way to the hospital for treatment, and no one has seen her since then! You must have taken her!"

Mrs. Hoffman stormed up to Ryan. She slammed her hands on the table repeatedly, ignoring the presence of the board members.

"Ryan! Send my daughter back to me! Or else… I'll call a shareholders' meeting and kick you out of the Hoffman Group! Send Zoe back to me!"

Ryan stopped spinning the pen in his fingers. However, he did not lift his gaze to look at his distressed mother.

"Mrs. Hoffman, what are you doing?"

Unable to bear the scene any longer, a fellow director spoke up. "Ms. Hoffman might've disappeared because she jumped out of the car when the officers weren't looking. If you want to make a fuss, go to the police."

"Exactly. We're in the middle of a board meeting. You shouldn't bring up your trivial family matters here. It will damage the Hoffman Group's reputation."

"Trivial family matters?"

Mrs. Hoffman's eyes widened. She looked as if she was about to attack someone. "Is that all you can say about this matter? Are you heartless? If it were your child, would you still be so indifferent?!" The directors fell silent, shocked by her words.

The directors thought that Mrs. Hoffman, the matriarch of the Hoffman family, had never been so irrational when her husband was still alive. Being a young widow seemed to have driven her to the brink of madness.

As the key person behind Claire's outburst, Ryan finally spoke with calm authority.

"That's all for today. Meeting adjourned."

"Yes, Chairman Hoffman!"

The directors quickly rose and left the room, eager to escape the conflict.

The unified "Chairman Hoffman" struck Mrs. Hoffman like a blow to her head. It made her earlier outburst seem even more foolish and desperate.

As everyone left, the meeting room grew cold and empty.

"Ryan, did you kidnap Zoe? Where did you take her?!" Mrs. Hoffman demanded, her eyes red with fury.

"One should always dispose of filthy garbage," Ryan responded with cold indifference, his eyes dark and inscrutable.

"Send Zoe back to me! She's my flesh and blood!"

Mrs. Hoffman's voice was hoarse with desperation. "You've already abandoned me as your mother. Zoe is all I have left. Send her back to me!"

Ryan silently watched her madness unfold.

His mother, who only knew how to spoil her daughter without any proper upbringing, had been weak and easily bullied her whole life. Yet now, she bristled with all her spikes to protect a monster.

She said Zoe was her flesh and blood.

But it seemed that she had forgotten that he was also her son.

She overlooked that after her husband's death, her son bore the family's burdens on his shoulders, ensuring his widowed mother and orphaned sister were not mistreated and lived comfortably in the Hoffman family.

Seeing that Ryan remained unresponsive, Claire finally revealed her true intentions, threatening through gritted teeth. "You won't comply, will you? Fine…

I'll go to the police and report you then! I'll expose your abuse and kidnapping of your sister to the media! I'll make sure public opinions condemn you and ruin your reputation!"

Clatter.

Ryan tossed his phone onto the table. A video began to play on the screen.

Zoe's desperate cries and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the meeting room.

Mrs. Hoffman stared at the phone, her face turning deathly pale as she watched the three men assault her daughter repeatedly. She felt her heart torn to shreds.

She then clutched her head, tearing at her hair, jumping, crying, and screaming.

"My daughter… My daughter!"

"She's not your daughter! She's the monster you've nurtured."

Ryan turned off the video. His cold, pale lips curled slightly. "Since you couldn't properly raise your daughter, the cruel world will have to teach her how to be a human being. Mrs. Hoffman, I know you must be heartbroken right now. Well, She is your daughter after all. Go ahead and cry since you'll never see her again."

Mrs. Hoffman completely lost her sanity.

She laughed through her tears, cursing and gnashing her teeth. Her legs gave out, and Dean called two bodyguards to carry her out.

"Chairman Hoffman, I've arranged for Mrs. Hoffman to take your private elevator directly to the VIP parking lot. I guarantee she won't encounter anyone along the way," Dean said, recalling Mrs. Hoffman's hysterical behavior.

"There's no need for that. Let her walk out through the main entrance."

Ryan stood with his back to Dean. His tall and cold shadow in front of the wowsing figure cast a floor-to-ceiling window. "Since she walked in through the main door openly, let her leave the Hoffman Group's building in the same state, in front of everyone."

Dean immediately understood.

Ryan wanted the entire Hoffman Group and the world to know thatm Mrs. Hoffman had lost her mind.

Believing the words of a lunatic would be madness itself.

"Did you record everything that happened in the meeting room just now?" Ryan asked, his expression indifferent.

Dean nodded. "Yes, I did."

"Contact a reputable mental hospital. Have them issue a diagnosis, and then send someone to take Mrs. Hoffman away as soon as possible."

"Yes, Chairman Hoffman," Dean responded with a cold smile.

With the diagnosis proving Mrs.

Hoffman's mental illness, Ryan would gain guardianship over her and all her assets. The shares MS. Hoffman held would naturally fall into his hands as well. "Also, I just received news that Zoe has been placed on a smuggling ship. In five days, she will arrive in Terranova. What would you like to do then …? "

"Let her fend for herself."

Ryan closed his eyes wearily and took a deep breath. "I don't want to waste any more energy on trash like her."

Dean sighed. "You're right. It's not worth it."

"Dean, do you think I've become frightening?" Ryan stood there, looking heartbreakingly frail.

"No, you are the embodiment of justice, the monster slayer. You are merely making the wicked pay for their deeds."

Ryan murmured, "Those who fight monsters eventually become monsters themselves."

Just then, Ryan's phone rang.

Seeing that it was a call from Justin, Ryan steadied himself and answered, Hy Justin." Ryan, come to the hospital quickly. Carrie just woke up!"