The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

On the way back, Dean drove, while Yasmin sat in the passenger seat. Ryan was sitting in the back.

"Mr. Hoffman, we must be on guard from now on." Yasmin spoke cautiously, "Christopher is the owner of Pivotage. With the commotion we caused tonight, he'll definitely hear about it. I'm worried he might use tonight's incident to cafter you." "It doesn't matter. He's nothing but a pale, beardless coward." Ryan's voice remained sharp and arrogant, but it was hoarse, burning with intensity. "I got what I wanted. Liam had someone injure your leg, so I cut off his arm. We're even now. As for the rest, who cares?” "Thank you for avenging me, Mr. Hoffman." Tears filled Yasmin's eyes, and her voice choked with emotion. "But I hope this is the last tyou're doing something like this. From now on, I can avenge myself. I don't want you getting into any more trouble because of me." Ryan pressed his pale lips into a thin line, remaining silent.

"Mr. Hoffman, are you heading hnow?" Dean asked, glancing at the resting Ryan through the rearview mirror.

"Home... Pfft, do I even have a hnow?" Ryan coughed heavily, as if swallowing the bitterest gall in the world, making it almost unbearable to speak. "From the moment Carrie left me, I have had no home. I dare not even return to Willow Creek Villa anymore." These days, he had nowhere to go and had been staying in the presidential suite of a hotel.

With his wealth, buying ten more villas would not be a problem. However, he dared not live alone in those empty houses. Every place resembling his hwould stir up a deep-seated longing for Carrie. Every corner reminded him of the happy times they once shared.

The longing was more agonizing than physical torture. He could barely endure it any longer.

"Yasmin, givea cigarette," Ryan said with his hoarse and broken voice.

Yasmin tried to suppress her heartache and earnestly advised, "No, Mr. Hoffman. You've been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking are harmful for your health. You bear a heavy responsibility, so you mustn't collapse. Please don't harm your body anymore!" Before Yasmin could finish speaking, Dean suddenly slammed on the brakes, jolting the car.

"What's going on?" Ryan's phoenix-like eyes widened slightly.

Dean's forehead beaded with sweat as he frantically honked the horn. "M-Mr. Hoffman, we're in a standoff with another car ahead. They're refusing to give way." Yasmin noticed that although the car was not as luxurious as Ryan's, it had a distinctive black-and-white license plate.

In Savrow, only privileged individuals or high-ranking government officials drove such vehicles.

Yasmin reluctantly said to Dean, "Let's reverse and make way for them." "Just drive forward," Ryan ordered coolly.

Yasmin hesitated. "But Mr. Hoffman, that car..." "He was driving the wrong way. He should've made way for us. If he doesn't understand the rules, why show him any courtesy? Crash into him." Dean did not dare to disobey Ryan's orders. He shifted gears and stepped on the gas pedal.

With a resounding crash, the hood of the opposing car flew up.

The other driver stormed over, ready to argue with them. Dean was equally prepared to teach him a lesson. "Are you blind? Did you not see the license plate before daring to bump into us? You've got snerve!" The driver barked, emboldened by his backer. "Can you take responsibility if the person inside gets hurt?" In the glare of the headlights, Yasmin saw the man sitting in the back seat. Upon realization, she was stunned. "Mr. Hoffman, that's Mayor Solloway's son, Jason Solloway!" Ryan's long, narrow eyes widened. His gaze was like sharp arrows piercing through the car with a bone-piercing chill. He opened the door and got out, with Yasmin quickly following behind him.

Across the car, Jason also recognized Ryan. Accompanied by his bodyguards, Jason leisurely stepped out of his car. The two men faced off, one with eyes as cold as a brewing storm and the other with a mocking smile. Compared to the feigned politeness at the recent Iverson family banquet, this was pure disdain and ridicule. Jason said, "Mr. Hoffman, you might need to replace your driver. His driving skills are horrible." Yasmin clenched her fists in anger.

Despite being the son of the mayor, Jason acted with the arrogance of a petty man.

"Are you blind? Can't you see the lines on the road?" Ryan did not bother with subtlety, immediately snapping back at Jason. Upon hearing Ryan's words, Jason frowned.

Chapter 1842 1 "You...!" Jason was furious. He wanted to punch Ryan, but he feared he would not win the fight.

Taking a deep breath, Jason suddenly curled his lips into a sinister smile that seemed out of place with his status.

"Hehe... Mr. Hoffman, I won't take your anger to heart. After all, a gentleman doesn't hold grudges against petty people." "Who are you calling petty?" Yasmin stepped forward, eyes glaring at Jason.

The Solloways' bodyguards immediately moved to protect their boss.

Chapter 1842 2 Ryan felt his heart sink, and he gritted his teeth. "Who is getting married?" "Haha... Did you not hear about it yet, Mr. Hoffman? Since we've run into each other today, I'll save you the trouble of receiving an invitation." Chapter 1842 3