The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Ahhh!" lan screamed in terror, curling up under the car seat.

It was not that he was a coward. In fact, he was quite courageous.

However, who in their right mind could stay composed in a scene like this?

Following Justin meant he never had to worry about starving, but it also meant living on the edge, constantly walking a tightrope.

If this continued, he might as well start carrying anxiety medication at all times.

Justin's strong frame shielded Dr. Wagner beneath him.

He understood the truth. These attackers were targeting the witness, aiming to eliminate anything that could be used against them. If they could take him down in the process, or at least seriously injure him, it would be an unexpected bonus. It was a vicious and ruthless move.

Dr. Wagner muttered prayers under his breath, reciting the rosary at an increasingly frantic pace. The man protecting him seemed to have a strength that surpasses that of a god.

"Keep your heads down! The arrows can pierce glass, but they cannot penetrate the car body," Justin commanded, his forehead damp with cold sweat.

an unnerving rhythm. The cacophony sent Justin's mind racing back to his years on the battlefield in Kridor, where he

blood pumped faster,

or six relentless minutes,

was immobilized. A flat tire meant they could no longer flee. There was only one option left. They

"lan, protect him."

released from a bow. The car door swung open, and

more than a

waiting outside. Without any

glinting with malice. Their snarting faces resembled

the tailored suit, his muscular frame tensed, each fiber of his being coiled like a spring ready to unleash. His fists clenched,

knuckles whitened.

him now-Dr. Wagner was just a bonus. Undoubtedly orchestrated by Grant, the real goal of

the car door. He weighed it in his hands, before

surged forward like a

the umbrella, veins bulging with raw power. In a flash, he charged head-on, and the narrow alley exploded with the sounds of