The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2436

As the time for the press conference drew closer, Ryan escorted Dr. Wagner out of the villa to Justin’s car.

“Justin, let me go with you. I’m worried,” Ryan said, lowering his gaze to Justin’s calm yet somber face who was seated in the back of the car. His concern was visible on his face.

Justin’s cold gaze was resolute. “No need, Ryan. You’ve already helped me enough. It ends here.”

If Ryan continued to help, he would inevitably be dragged into the mess. Despite his inability to articulate many emotions clearly, Justin deeply valued their two decades of brotherhood and friendship. Ryan had finally found happiness with Carrie, and Justin wouldn’t be the one to shatter their peace.

“Ian, no matter what happens, call me first!” Ryan instructed, knowing full well how stubborn Justin could be.

“Don’t worry, Chairman Hoffman!” Ian readily agreed.

Dr. Wagner climbed into the car, taking a seat next to Justin in the back. Trailing behind them was another vehicle with a few of Justin’s trusted men.

Two cars sped away in tandem, leaving Ryan standing in place, watching their departure with a growing sense of unease.

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The luxury car raced toward the Salvador Hotel.

“Mr. Justin... Am I going to die?” Dr. Wagner stammered, trembling.

Justin’s expression remained impassive. “Why are you asking that?”

“I betrayed Mr. Grant and completely offended him... He’s already tried to have me killed once. How could I possibly survive this?” Dr. Wagner clutched his head in despair, certain his days were numbered.

Justin’s face betrayed no sympathy, but he had no intention of letting Dr. Wagner die either.

“Don’t worry—”

Before Justin could finish, a deafening explosion shattered the air behind them.

Ian jolted in terror, immediately checking the rearview mirror.

Justin’s sharp eyes darkened as he turned to look. A chill surged through him.

The car trailing them had been struck by a massive truck that appeared out of nowhere, flipping violently through the air before crashing heavily onto the street, shattering nearby storefront windows.

“We’re doomed! This is karma! Karma!” Dr. Wagner wailed, clutching his head as he sobbed.

Panic-stricken by the cinematic-level chaos, Ian stammered, “President Salvador, w-what do we do now?!”

Justin’s piercing gaze burned with intensity. Flames seemed to dance in his pupils as he commanded, “Don’t stop!”

He figured that they would not dare use firearms in broad daylight within the city.

A gunshot would attract police and expose them through the countless surveillance cameras nearby. Their enemies could only rely on melee weapons to avoid leaving traces.

Ian gritted his teeth and slammed the gas pedal to the floor, aiming straight for the blocking vehicle.

“Damn it! A blowout!” Ian yelled.

Justin caught a flash of cold steel from the corner of his eye and sensed imminent danger. He shouted, “Ian! Get down!”

Simultaneously, he grabbed Dr. Wagner’s head and forced them both to duck.

A sharp, whistling sound pierced the air—a steel-tipped arrow shot through the windshield, embedding itself in the driver’s seat headrest.

Had Justin not reacted in time, the arrow would have skewered Ian’s skull.