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

almost blacked out and roared at Liam, trembling, "How could you kill someone?! Are you

it's because you and Ryan drove me into a

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!"

on the table. "Sign these. I'm not interested in the shares anymore. If your grandson is willing to clean up that mess, Jet him. As long as you agree to transfer all the assets under your name to me, I'll spare your life out

his words, Logan paled, and his teeth

never been afraid of trouble. He had never lowered his head in

he thrive during chaotic times? How could he build such a

was his own son, whom he raised. There

Logan pointed

step ahead of you. Before you called