The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Yvonne looked at Jace with bloodshot eyes as she drove the gleaming blade straight toward Jace's chest.

Back when she was following Christopher, the first thing she learned was how to deliver a lethal strike in the shortest tpossible. Her moves did not need to be elegant, only deadly.

She hated seeing blood and loathed the idea of killing. For years, she had never once used the techniques she had been taught. Now, this man was the first to push her to act! But just as the tip of her dagger was about to strike Jace's vital point, she hesitated.

A voice echoed in her mind-Drew's anguished and sorrowful voice. "Yvonne, I've always thought Jace was my long-lost brother, Hugh! We miss him so much... We just want him toe back home!" Yvonne widened her eyes, and her movements slowed as the keen edge of her blade grew dull.

That split-second of hesitation was all it took for the tide to turn.

Jace remained still; his expression was as cold as the depths of the ocean as he firmly grasped Yvonne's delicate wrist and twisted it with force.

"Ah-!" Yvonne let out a muffled cry, her entire body drenched in cold sweat. The dagger fell from her hand with a clatter.

Before she could react, Jace yanked her toward him. Her back slammed hard into his chest, and his muscular forearm wrapped around her neck like an iron vise,pletely immobilizing her.

Yvonne gasped for air, but her strength was rapidly waning. Her face flushed red as her breathing grew shallow and labored. "You can't even kill someone properly. You're nothing but Christopher's failed creation." Jace spoke in a cold manner, his intense gaze locked onto Yvonne's flushed face and her eyes growing increasingly unfocused.

He knew that if he applied a little more force, it would take less than a minute for Yvonne to suffocate to death.

Although the order was to capture her alive, he thought it might be better to end her right here.

After all, living could sometimes be far more agonizing than dying.

He understood Grant's methods all too well.

“Hugh... H-Hugh..." Tears flowed from Yvonne's crimson eyes as she clawed at his iron grip with trembling hands. “Please... wake up!" 'Hugh. Here we go again with Hugh!' Jace's chest heaved rapidly, and a peculiar uneasiness seized him as if he were the one being choked.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not Hugh!" "But you...are..." Yvonne's tear-filled eyes locked onto his, her lips trembling as she forced out her words. "Your family...is still waiting...for you toe home..." The words e home" jabbed at a deep-seated sore spot in Jace's heart.

A faint but sharp ache spread through his chest, piercing the icy fortress around his soul.

His head throbbed, and the stabbing pain caused his grip to loosen slightly.

Yvonne took a shaky breath, her airway finally clearing. But instead of fighting back or running away, she tried to convince him to turn this loyal subordinate of Grant against his master.

She knew she could not get away unless he let her, so she decided to take a chance.

"Jace, whether you're Hugh or not, I can tell you still have a conscience." Yvonne clutched her chest, coughing softly.

"Women and their fantasies." Jace did not release her, suppressing the throbbing pain in his head as he let out a cold laugh. "I spared you only because my orders were to bring you back alive. I'm just here toplete my mission." "If that's true for this time... What about last time?" His brows knitted tightly. "When Grant's sister, Carrie, was kidnapped, you and I were ordered by Christopher to create a diversion." Yvonne's gaze was sharp, unrelenting. "I secretly passed information to them, pretending to fall into a trap... You saw through everything but chose to cover for me. You didn't reportto Christopher. What do you say about that?" Jace's intense stare did not waver, his expression growing increasingly intense and ominous.

After a brief pause, Yvonne took a deep breath, her voice quivering with suppressed anger. "You're Grant's right-hand man, and I have solid proof that Grant is the infamous Boss." Jace's expression remained calm, but his fingers fidgeted slightly.

"He's working with the RC Biotech Research Center in Meridan to develop illegal drugs and using Christopher to conduct human trials in this country. These are inhumane atrocities, treating human lives like dirt!" She continued, "This isn't his only crime. Jace you still have a shred of humanity. Can you really stomach staying by a monster's side? Do you truly agree with everything he's done? Are you willing to sink into the darkness with him to conspire with an evil man?" en.kikistories Yvonne's tears rolled down her cheeks as she gritted her teeth. "The true master of Pivotage is also Grant, isn't it? Christopher was just his lapdog. Do you have any idea how many lives have been эли destroyed here? How many young women had their dreams shattered? The fancy exterior is just a cover for all their anguished cries. Grant orchestrated all of this!" en.kikistories Jace's jaw tightened, his sharp features hardening.

He thought of the girl in the hospital bed, calling him "Brother" and begging him to save her.

A bitter, metallic taste filled his throat. He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, trying to hold back the turmoil inside.

"If you want to takeaway or even kill me, I'll go with you willingly. I'll accept whatever you want to do." Yvonne met his cold, sharp gaze head-on. "But... Can you givejust one night? After that, you can do whatever you want with me" en.kikistories SW "Leave." The man's voice was suddenly icy.

Yvonne froze, wondering if she had heard him right. "What did you say?" "Leave. Now." Jace turned, walking into the shadowy depths of the corridor. "Go back and tell your man to protect you well. I'm not running a charity. Next time, you might not be so lucky."