The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Yvonne's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise.

"We don't accept guests without a reservation at Pivotage."

"But his secretary just called and told us to accommodate Mr. Hoffman."

The subordinate then whispered, "Our boss also instructed you to keep an eye on Mr. Hoffman's actions tonight and retain any video evidence if anything unusual happens."

Having followed Christopher for many years, Yvonne instantly grasped his intentions. She responded coolly, "Alright."

After the subordinate left, she redirected her complex gaze to the screen.

Just then, another convoy of luxury cars followed Ryan's vehicle, driving aggressively into the underground parking lot.

However, those cars remained silently parked in the shadows. Their occupants made no further moves.

Yet it gave Yvonne a foreboding sense of imminent chaos.

Meanwhile, a heavily intoxicated Liam, supported by bodyguards, stumbled into the parking lot.

His legs wobbled, and he could barely walk straight. Despite his slurred speech, he continued to hurl insults at the Hoffman family, seemingly oblivious that he was also part of the same bloodline.

Just as Liam reached the middle of the parking lot, a blinding headlight beam hit him, causing him to instinctively raise his hand and shield his eyes.

the noise of a roaring

"M-Mr. Hoffman! Watch out!"

muddled from drinking, Liam took a moment to realize that a speeding, all-black Bentley was barreling

looked as if it would run him

in that critical moment. Instead, they scattered in all directions, clutching their heads

Don't come any closer...

piercing scream shattered the cold

its brakes just half a meter from Liam, its front end crashing

threw him

"Urghhh-!"

pain, Liam vomited up all the delicacies he had eaten that evening, leaving him covered in foul-smelling filth. Despite his entire body feeling like it might fall apart,

there for?!

finish his sentence, more than a dozen black-clad thugs wielding machetes emerged from

led them into the

fumbled for his phone and shouted frantically, "What are you waiting for?! Get them all!' Seeing no way out,

filled with cries of agony and the sound of bones breaking, echoing relentlessly

gates of hell.

Liam lay beaten in a pool of blood, his expensive suit

knelt like a

lifted her