NovelStartIt did not feel like a divorce, more like a group of bandits raiding a village!
The servants thought that Liam, a notorious money-grubber, would jump up in anger and lose his temper.
Unexpectedly, Liam merely said, “Got it.”
He looked indifferent as he headed upstairs.
However, his unusual calmness sent a chill down their spines instead.
Liam received a call from Selena as soon as he walked into his empty room.
“Liam, you've been discharged from the hospital and are about to migrate overseas to live out the rest of your days. Shouldn't you
hurry up and finalize the divorce?”
Selena mocked him, each word stabbing him in the heart. “There's no point for you to drag it out. The longer you drag, the more |
can’t control my mouth. If anything got out, it would only make your situation worse.”
Liam pulled out a fruit knife from the coffee table, carving words on the expensive table expressionlessly. “Selena, we've been
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmarried for many years, and I've never mistreated you in any way. | didn’t want toe to this point. | still have feelings for you.
Can we discuss the divorce agreement? You're almost strippingbare. I'm still a son of the Hoffman family; leavesome
dignity.”
“Pfft, dignity? You're now disabled and have lost your shares and power. A useless person like you should be grateful for being able
to live. Do you still need a luxury like dignity?” Selena’s tone was full of resentment and disdain. “All these years, | was your wife
legally, but you never once looked atproperly. You fooled around outside, treatinglike a decoration!
“That's fine, but you hid your azoospermia fromand blamed your infertility on me! You madebear the brunt of Logan's
displeasure for decades and be the laughingstock of all the rich housewives in Savrow. They say that I'm a hen who can’t lay
eggs!
“Liam, if you weren't from the Hoffman family, do you think I'd marry you?! Without the Hoffman Group, you're worse than a
beggar on the street. I've been waiting for this day for too long! Tomorrow afternoon is your final deadline. If you still don’t sign the
papers, I'll confront Logan. By then, | can’t guarantee that | won't say anything detrimental to you.”
The call ended.
The room was as silent as a graveyard.
Liam put down the knife without a ripple in his expression, dialing his trusted aide Lewis's number.
“Bring the weapons tonight. Before we leave, I'll meet the old man one more time. It'll be the last time.”
After that, he got up and left the room, leaving only the ugly and twisted word on the coffee table that read, “DIE!”
Late at night in the Hoffman residence, Logan was in the study with his secretary, sorting through the assets and shares he held.
“Mr. Hoffman, are you really sure you want to transfer all these to Mr. Ryan?”
His secretary was in disbelief, confirming Logan's intentions again. “After Mr. Ryan takes hold of these, you're basically handing
over the entire Hoffman Group to him.”
Logan picked up his signing pen. “Of course | know that. Otherwise, why would | call you here to do this?”
“Mr. Hoffman, the Hoffman Group is your lifeteffort. Without you, there's no Hoffman Group. Are you really willing to let go
“I'm already one foot into the grave. No matter how big my family business is, | can’t take it away withto the afterlife.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLogan smiled bitterly and shook his head. “Since Ryan threatenedwithout thinking of the consequences and seriously injured
Liam, I'vee through. If | cling to power and refuse to let go, making things hard for Ryan, it will only plunge the Hoffman Group
into a more chaotic situation and force Ryan to take even more drastic measures.”
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