The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1791

There was no reason to ignore such juicy gossip.

Hence, everyone eagerly leaned forward, stretching out to grab the documents on the table.

Only Logan remained seated throughout the commotion. His expression remained unchanged, making no move at all.

Thanks to Zoe, he had privately looked through this appraisal report countless times.

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Ryan's thunderous roar shook the boardroom. His eyes blazed with a fierce and bloodthirsty gaze.

These people were more than just board members. They were also Ryan's elders. Yet he had managed to intimidate them all. They shrunk back in fear, not daring to touch the documents on the table.

"What's wrong, Ryan? Are you afraid to face reality, or are you unable to accept it?"

Liam smirked at him, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Deep down, you're probably instinctively rejecting the fact that your fiancée is mentally ill, right? Otherwise, why would you have kept your future wife, whom you claim to be inseparable from, from showing up in the office all this time? Are you afraid she'll embarrass you?"

Alas, Ryan could not hold back any longer.

The Hoffmans did not have as many strict rules as the Salvadors or the Iversons, nor was he a privileged young master with a centuries-old family tradition. He also would not stoop to endure any humiliation like Justin did for the sake of the greater scheme.

Ryan would always handle things his own way.

In a swift motion, he grabbed the water glass from the table and threw it at Liam's head without hesitation.

"Argh! That hurts!"

Liam could not dodge in time. He took the full brunt of the blow on his forehead, which instantly swelled into a large lump. The water drenched his face and head, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Before Liam could even open his eyes, cries of shock erupted from all around him.

In the next moment, Liam felt his body suddenly sink, crashing backward onto the ground. Before he could react, a heavy fist struck his face. Blood gushed out of his nose instantly.

Liam could not believe it.

Despite being the newly-promoted CEO, Ryan dared to mount him like a donkey in front of Logan and all the directors. He openly delivered a brutal beating to Liam.

Ryan's punches landed relentlessly on Liam's detestable face. All Ryan could hear were the insulting words Liam had uttered earlier. Overwhelmed by fury, Ryan's mind blanked out.

The board members recoiled in shock and fear.

While unexpected incidents were not uncommon in the Hoffman Group's board meetings, a live beating- from the victim's own nephew, no less was truly eye-opening.

"Why isn't anyone coming to help?!"

Old Master Hoffman roared angrily, his eyes glaring fiercely. The security guards stationed outside hurried in, using all their strength to pull Ryan off Liam.

"My personal affairs are none of your damn business!" Ryan shouted each word with hatred, as if he wanted to devour Liam whole. "In my heart, Carrie is the most perfect woman in the world! I love her, and nothing anyone says will change my mind. Don't even think about stopping me! No one can stop me!"

Ryan's muscular arms tensed up as he restrained the urge to pounce on Liam again and tear him apart. The guards helped Liam to his feet. Struggling to stand firm, he spat out a mouthful of blood and foam onto the ground.

Although his expression showed indignation and resentment, he was secretly calculating his next move. He glanced subtly at Logan.

Seeing Logan maintain his composure without speaking up for either side, Liam understood this as tacit approval.

He knew he had to see this through to the end.

Ryan returned to his seat, pulling out a clean handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the blood stains on his hands.

Suddenly, his gaze paused on the cute little bear pattern in one corner of the handkerchief.

He remembered that Carrie had embroidered the handkerchief herself. He always kept it close to him and could not bear to use it. Especially not to clean the dirty blood of this scum.

So, he tucked it back into his suit pocket and casually wiped the blood off with his sleeve, the murderous aura in his eyes dissipating slightly.

Logan then furrowed his brows and asked, "Liam, are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital?"