The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Liam's face was drenched in sweat, and he trembled violently.

Five syringes of deadly poison represented five people's hatred.

It was strange. Even when his arm was cut off and he was shot three times at the swimming pool in a life-or-death struggle, Liam did not feel the fear that he did now, facing his impending death.

Perhaps Dean was right. Given the chance to live, even just for a few more days, he was unwilling to face death.

Dean's gaze darkened viciously, and he injected the first syringe of poison into Liam's chest. The cold and thick needle went into the hilt!

"Ugh!" Liam felt so much pain that his body convulsed as if he were being electrocuted, his eyes bulging terrifyingly.

"This needle is for Mr. Ryan's father, whom you murdered. After the injection, your limbs will be paralyzed, and your nerves will twitch."

Dean picked up the second syringe, fiercely stabbing it into Liam's left rib. "This needle is for Old Master Logan. You will feel excruciating pain in your stomach and experience dizziness and nausea."

Liam looked at him with pleading eyes. Tears and snot streamed down his face without any regard for his pride. This type of slow torture was a hundred times worse than being shot!

"The third needle is for Mr. Ryan. You will foam at your mouth and gradually suffocate." Dean injected the needle into his right rib.

A few seconds later, Liam indeed began to vomit, but his mouth was tightly sealed and unable to expel the vomit. They could only accumulate in his mouth and travel back down his throat, choking him. The intense feeling of suffocation made his face turn red and purple.

"The fourth needle is for Ms. Carrie. You will go blind, and the pain in your stomach will increase."Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Dean pierced the thick needle through Liam's stomach and smiled coldly.

Liam's sight gradually blurred. As poison coursed through his body, he felt his internal organs convulsing, his facial muscles twitching, and his heart pounding so quickly it was about to jump out of his chest. His bloodshot eyes were empty and unfocused, revealing a hint of hysterical despair.

"The last needle is for my master... Yasmin."

Dean's hand, holding the fifth syringe, could not stop shaking. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he choked up, almost unable to speak. "All her life... She has suffered many hardships and endured so much torment. She almost never had a day tedive her own life, yet she's gone now...

"How could life be so unfair? How could you be so cruel to her... She still hasn't seen Mr. Ryan and Ms. Carrie get married. She hasn't found her own happiness. How could she leave like this? If I could turn back time, I would be willing to die for her. How I hope the person w fell into

that pool was me.

"Liam Hoffman, go to hell! Repent for your sins there, and may you reincarnate into a worse life for an eternity!"

The next second, he raised his arm high and plunged the needle down, stabbing it into Liam's heart.

The man on the bed stiffened, his fingers stretching out as he let out a muffled and low growl.

Then he stopped breathing, his eyes still wide open.

Dean left the trolley at the scene and left silently.

Just as he reached the stairway, a guard's voice rang out behind him, questioning, "Stop! Take out your ID card!"

Dean's heart tightened, and he immediately bolted out the door!

The two policemen chased after him as he sprinted toward the hospital's underground parking with all his might.

Seeing that they were about to catch

up, he felt disheartened and wanted to surrender, but a black car sped toward the police officers like a

shadow in the night.

The police officers dodged in a panic. At this moment, another car followed behind and stopped in front of Dean, the door opening.

"Get in!"

A familiar, low voice came from the dim interior of the car.

Dean's heart skipped a beat as he leaped into the car.