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.

a roaring engine filled the empty

"M-Mr. Hoffman! Watch out!"

took a moment to realize that a speeding, all-black Bentley was barreling toward him without any intention of

if it would run him

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

come any closer...

scream shattered the cold

half a meter from Liam, its

not send Liam flying, it threw him several meters back, and he landed heavily on

"Urghhh-!"

in foul-smelling filth. Despite his entire body feeling like it might

you standing there for?! Get the hell

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

beautiful yet fiercely determined face led them into the light.

frantically, "What

sound of bones breaking, echoing

gates of hell.

in a pool of blood, his expensive suit shredded into pieces

a dog on the

lifted her slender