The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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In Savrow, the size of the Hoffman Group’s office building was second only to that of Salvador Corporation.

This towering skyscraper had thousands of rooms. The thought of them confining Carrie in some secret chamber, enduring unknown horrors, made Ryan’s fingers tremble violently.

Pain shot through his nerves, spreading to his limbs and torturing his nearly shattered heart.

Liam would not reveal where he had hidden Carrie. He wanted to torment Ryan and make him feel the anguish of losing his most cherished treasure. He wanted to make Ryan furious and resentful.

But what baffled Ryan even more was Yasmin’s extraordinary skills. She could easily handle ten or even twenty men. She had a gun and would not even hesitate to kill Liam’s men when necessary.

How could Liam's underlings breach Ryan's home, extract Carrie from Yasmin's protection, and bring her to the Hoffman Group without anyone knowing?

"Have you checked the surveillance footage?!" Ryan's voice was rough as he sped through the hallways.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Following closely, Dean gritted his teeth. "I've checked them. None of the surveillance cameras captured any trace of Young Madam. Whoever brought her here knows the Hoffman Group building inside out. It must be an inside job!"

"It's likely collusion between insiders and outside forces." Ryan's hoarse voice dripped with bloody hatred as he dialed Yasmin's phone. "Otherwise, Liam couldn't possibly pull this off!"

To his dismay, he found Yasmin's phone turned off.

Ryan's heart clenched, cold sweat covering his body.

The situation was even more dire than he feared.

"Dean, gather everyone... Search the building room by room! I'll reward whoever finds my wife with a lifetime of wealth and glory!"

Ryan shouted these words from his aching chest, his pale lips trembling, and his breathing completely erratic. "Also, call the police. Yasmin is in danger!"

Dean responded quickly, "Yes, Mr. Hoffman!"

Ryan meticulously recalled the layout of the room where they confined Carrie.

The setting of the room was peculiar. The walls and furniture placement were unlike any other room in the building.

Since Liam was trying to mess with Ryan, he would not have made it easy for Ryan to find Carrie.

That also meant the secret room must be somewhere Ryan did not know about.

However, this gave Ryan a clue. He suddenly remembered that only the chairman's office on the top floor was closed to outsiders. They likely held Carrie there.

Ryan swiftly took the elevator to the top floor, running and calling out for his beloved.

His voice was so hoarse that the name "Carrie" sounded distorted.

Suddenly, Ryan stopped in his tracks.

At the end of the silent corridor, the once-pristine, cold wall had a crack in it.

Carrie's cherished teddy bear sat nicely against the wall.

It was sitting there, like how the adorable Carrie would sit and wait for him on the sofa every night.

In a room filled with glaring white light, Carrie lay on the ground like a broken beautiful doll. Her slender body in a white cotton dress looked as fragile as a feather that was about to be blown away.

“Carrie!”

Ryan’s entire body trembled uncontrollably as he rushed over. He fell to his knees beside her and gathered her limp body into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. “Carrie… I’m here now. Your husband is here… It’s okay. It’s going to be okay…”

Ryan babbled incoherently, his teeth chattering. Bitter tears spilled from his red-rimmed eyes, half of them streaming down his face and the other half sinking into his heart.

Carrie slowly opened her eyes, her gaze dim and unfocused, devoid of emotion.