The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Since Shannon was sentenced to death and Bethany was humiliated in public in the court's hallway, Bethany felt that what was left of her status at home had completely vanished and that whatever childhood filter her father had for her was shattered.

She had always relied on Shannon like a parasitic leech. She had also spent money like it was water.

However, Shannon's personal assets were confiscated by the government. All her secret savings stored under Shannon's name were gone overnight.

Apart from the two private properties Gregory bought for Bethany, two luxury cars, and the $3 million in her bank account, Bethany had nothing.

Bethany was used to spending money lavishly, so the feeling of not having money made her itch unbearably, as if she were covered in lice.

Gregory would notice if she sold the luxury cars and properties, but what could she do with just $3 million? It was not even enough for her to tip the male escorts!

After fretting about it for two days, Bethany suddenly thought of the safe by Shannon's bedside. Her few pieces of jewelry should not be confiscated yet. They would be worth at least $1 billion if she sold them. Therefore, Bethany immediately ran toward Shannon's bedroom, heading straight to the bedside with bloodshot eyes.

She dragged the entire safe to the table, staring greedily at the combination lock.

Her fingers were numb after trying a dozen times, punching in all the numbers related to the Salvador family and Shannon herself that she could remember, yet the safe remained sealed.

"Fuck! Why did you set such a complicated password? Did you think you could bring them to your grave after you die?!"

Bethany jumped in anger, storming out to find a large hammer.

When she re-entered the room, hammer in hand, she was dumbfounded.

Two exceptionally handsome men appeared in the room-Justin and Ryan!

"You... Why are you here?" Bethany shivered as she took a step back.

at the sight of Ryan, but now she

on the sofa, his handsome face expressionless, not even

retrieve some stuff for my

his narrow eyes carrying a hint of mockery, and he patted

Don't touch that safe... My mother left it for me!" Ryan raised his brows, his temper flaring up. He suddenly knocked heavily on the safe

Bang! Bang! Bang!

it!" Bethany jumped in panic, afraid that he would

speechless. He could not imagine that his immature best friend would be the future head of the

not lead the Hoffman

You... You guys... Don't dream

Ryan punched in the four-digit passcode, and with a click,

hung open in shock, staring with

don't even know the

not yours. Your mother

prison. Remember to sweet-talk her. Maybe then

blackened

came over to take the things for her? That damned idiot! Her brain seemed to be working fine during critical moments. Justin

need. I brought

Ryan pulled a woven bag from his back pocket, and with a casual sweep of his hand, he secured

Justin's brows twitched.

grief. It was like a bandit

stood frozen in place. She looked