The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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"Fine. Let's talk then." Ryan's eyes were dark and devoid of any warmth as he casually spoke. “Dean, bring it out." "Yes, Mr. Hoffman." Dean retrieved the share transfer agreement from his briefcase and squatted down to present it to Liam. "Mr. Hoffman, please sign and stamp here." Liam stared at the document with red eyes, unable to hide his frustration any longer. He pounded the ground and yelled, "Ryan... You're taking advantage of my misfortune! This is daylight robbery!" "I am indeed robbing you. So what?" Ryan smirked, his narrow phoenix-like eyes devoid of any amusement, creating a chilling sense of detachment. "Compared to what you did to my wife, this is not even a fraction of repayment. But I'll try harder. After all, the young always overthrow the old.” Liam's face contorted with rage, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

How could he possibly sign this agreement? If Liam signed it, the Hoffman Group would completely oust him. He would not have a chance to make a comeback. This was worse than death to him! "Ryan... You're not just a gangster's heir now. You're the CEO of the Hoffman Group! You're breaking the law, and you don't deserve to be the CEO..." A flash of cold light cut his words short.

Suddenly, Ryan snatched a machete from Yasmin's hand, swiftly raising it and bringing it down, cleanly severing Liam's right arm.

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"Arghh!" Liam let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Yasmin, Dean, and Ryan's men looked on calmly.

At this moment, the Ryan they knew-who spoke little but meant what he said-was back.

His relationship with Carrie had transformed him into a man of emotion and duty, but Liam singlehandedly and successfully turned Ryan back into a demon.

Ryan used the severed limb to press Liam's thumbprint onto the document as Liam lay in his blood on the ground. He then disdainfully tossed the severed arm aside.

"Thumbprint, done. I'll forge your signature. Thank you for your generosity, Uncle Liam. From now on, I'm the second-largest shareholder of the Hoffman Group, just below Logan. You can keep your other hand to wipe your ass." With that, Ryan returned to his car gracefully and elegantly. Yasmin and his underlings swiftly withdrew, like they were never there.

They left Liam behind in agony and barely alive. He lay there clutching his severed arm tightly.

"Ryan... You'd better watch out! The suffering I've endured today... I'll return it to you in a hundredfold, a thousandfold!" Afterward, someone took Liam away from the Pivotage parking lot, leaving it in complete disarray.

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Soon, two people carrying mops and buckets arrived and swiftly cleaned up the crscene as if nothing had ever happened. In the surveillance room, Yvonne watched the edited footage from the surveillance cameras, her fingertips stiff and trembling. In this version, Ryan had never been there.

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Yvonne hurriedly closed her computer, walked over, and opened the door.

"Ms. Smith, we've cleaned the scene as you instructed." Standing outside was a handsbodyguard, showing her utmost respect.

After glancing around cautiously, Yasmin quickly pulled him into the room and locked the door.

"Thanks. You've worked hard. I know 1.ne this carries great risk. But rest assured. If something goes wrong, I'll take the blame. You'll cout of this unscathed." Content belongs to en.swThe bodyguard furrowed his brows tightly. "Don't say that! If it weren't for you two years ago, Mr. Iverson would've beatento death long ago. I owe you a debt of gratitude that can never repay. I'll doo anything for you!" Content belongs to en.swYvonne was deeply moved, yet she only smiled gently. "Then I must thank you, too. True loyalty is hard to cby in Pivotage." The bodyguard blushed, concern etched on his face. "But Ms. Smith, why are you risking so much to help Ryan Hoffman? Is it even worth it?" "Is it worth it... I'm not sure about that either. I'm just following my guts," Yvonne's eyes clouded with uncertainty.

The bodyguard asked cautiously, “Do you have feelings for Mr. Hoffman?" "Haha, where did you get that idea?" Yvonne chuckled lightly, her cheeks blushing slightly. She casually glanced at the neatly hung black windbreaker on the coat rack.

"Maybe it's because I've lived indarkness for too long. The longer you're kept from the light, the more you yearn for it." Content belongs to en.sw.net

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