The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1840

Yvonne’s eyes flickered with a hint of surprise.

“We don’t accept guests without a reservation at Pivotage.”

“But his secretary just called and told us to accommodate Mr. Hoffman.”

The subordinate then whispered, “Our boss also instructed you to keep an eye on Mr. Hoffman’s actions tonight and retain any video evidence if anything unusual happens.”

Having followed Christopher for many years, Yvonne instantly grasped his intentions. She responded coolly, “Alright.”

After the subordinate left, she redirected her complex gaze to the screen.

Just then, another convoy of luxury cars followed Ryan’s vehicle, driving aggressively into the underground parking lot.

However, those cars remained silently parked in the shadows. Their occupants made no further moves.

Yet it gave Yvonne a foreboding sense of imminent chaos.

…

Meanwhile, a heavily intoxicated Liam, supported by bodyguards, stumbled into the parking lot.

His legs wobbled, and he could barely walk straight. Despite his slurred speech, he continued to hurl insults at the Hoffman family, seemingly oblivious that he was also part of the same bloodline.

Just as Liam reached the middle of the parking lot, a blinding headlight beam hit him, causing him to instinctively raise his hand and shield his eyes.

Right after that, the noise of a roaring engine filled the empty space.

“M-Mr. Hoffman! Watch out!”

Already muddled from drinking, Liam took a moment to realize that a speeding, all-black Bentley was barreling toward him without any intention of slowing down.

It looked as if it would run him over.

None of his entourage stepped in to shield him in that critical moment. Instead, they scattered in all directions, clutching their heads in panic.

“Argh! S-Stop! Don’t come any closer… Argh!”

A piercing scream shattered the cold air.

As the fight settled, Liam lay beaten in a pool of blood, his expensive suit shredded into pieces by the machetes.

He knelt like a dog on the ground, while Yasmin lifted her slender leg and viciously pressed it into his back, forcing him to crawl in pain and beg for mercy.

That was when Dean respectfully opened the car door.

Ryan stepped out gracefully. His tall and imposing figure moved with intimidating authority through the bloodbath. He stood in front of Liam, exuding a chilling air.

“Uncle Liam.” Ryan’s cold gaze was sharp, and his voice was low and ominous.

Liam shuddered uncontrollably, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He used to resent how this youngster never respected him as an elder.

But now, hearing him address him as “Uncle”, Liam felt a deep sense of dread.

“R-Ryan… We’re family… You’ve grown up under my care, my dear nephew!”

Liam could not muster any arrogance now. He pleaded desperately, “W-We can talk. We can discuss anything!”