The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

[lan: Rachel, I love you!]

[Rachel: lan, you're usually not this sappy. What's gotten into you?]

lan dared not tell her about his current predicament.

He thought, 'If anything happens, let this be my final words.'

His phone vibrated. Rachel's reply soon followed. [lan, I love you too.]

Tears brimmed in lan's eyes. His lips trembled, and his heart raced wildly. 'Screw it. If I die, I die.'

He reached for the machete, opened the car door, and charged forward to help Justin. He managed to injure two men in one go.

But he had no real combat skills. He was a complete amateur. Within a few exchanges, his arm was slashed, the wound so deep that the bone was almost visible. "lan! Get back in the car!" Justin roared, glaring at him.

In that moment of distraction, a machete slashed straight toward Justin's face.

"Mr. Salvador!" lan gasped, cold sweat soaked his back.

Fortunately, Justin reacted quickly. He dodged just in time and grabbed the arm blocking him, snapping it with brute force.

back into the car, pale with pain. Only then did he understand why Justin had told him to

was only causing

alone. But in just over ten minutes, they fell one after another, blood pooling

pieces. His chiseled, handsome face was streaked

undefeated

enemy reinforcements arrived. They

blood. Gripping a blade wrestled from an enemy, he tilted his head. The sound of cracking joints echoed sharply. There

sinister, calculated scheme. Even if Justin fought his way out of the siege, the

roar of a sports

"Justin! We're here!"

around. From a blue Ferrari, Asher and

gaze

in his chest.

was filled

strength once again.

inwardly, he shouted their names. Ever since declaring war on Grant, Justin had resolved to walk this treacherous, sinister,

brought him Asher, a brother who shared life

it was thanks