The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Under the dark, gloomy sky, the moon hung high in the night, exuding an eerie light.

Logan arrived at the study on the second floor of the old residence, as agreed. Liam had already been waiting there, his shadow cast on the ground, looking like a demon from hell, here for revenge. "Dad, as your son, I've never expected you to be so heartless to me."

Liam sat casually on the sofa, smiling coldly. "I've always respected you. Even if my contribution to the company was not much, I still put in decades of work. Isn't it too cruel to kick me aside because I became crippled?"

Logan sensed something amiss and tried to open the door, but it would not budge.

"Save your energy. Without my word, don't even think of taking a step outside the house." Liam held a cigarette in his mouth but suddenly remembered that he could not light it himself, so he gritted his teeth and put it back.

Logan's back was covered in a layer of cold sweat, and he immediately shouted, "Secretary Blackthorn... Secretary Blackthorn!"

At this moment, the door opened.

"Mr. Hoffman, Secretary Blackthorn is here."

Lewis, had a face full of blood as he smiled sinisterly and threw Mr. Blackthorn's body in front of Logan, like a pile of trash. "But unfortunately, he

Logan. He almost blacked out and roared at Liam, trembling, "How could you kill someone?! Are you mad?! What do you want

if I'm mad, it's because

the big deal? When you expanded the Hoffman Group's business back in the day, didn't you shed a lot of blood too? Now that you're old and

"Liam!"

clean up that mess, Jet him. As long as you agree

words, Logan paled, and his teeth chattered

been afraid of trouble. He had never lowered his head in hopes of surviving, nor had he let others humiliate him just to save his

did, how could he thrive during chaotic times? How could he

was his own son, whom he raised. There was no reason for a father to

Logan pointed

of you. Before you