The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Owen's heart trembled violently because Justin's words sent shockwaves through his heart.

Back when Christopher was still in Sentania, Owen was already a pawn under his command. Over the years of working for Christopher, Owen's heart had already withered away, and he had forgotten he was also once full of righteousness and passion.

Whoosh!

Another sharp blade came murderously at Justin from his side. "Watch out!"

Owen's eyes widened, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest.

Unexpectedly, it was as if Justin had eyes on his side. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the attacker's wrist, snapping his bones.

While disarming the attacker, Justin kicked the man, sending him flying into the wall and crashing heavily.

The sound of his bones breaking was terrifying, making one's blood run cold.

With just one move, Owen could see that this usually high and mighty president of Salvador Corporation was far from simple. He was someone who excelled in both intelligence and physical prowess.

His understanding of Justin was merely a tiny fraction. If Christopher did not have someone powerful backing him, how could he compare against Justin?

The dark alleyway became a bloody battlefield.

Although they were outnumbered, in front of the handsome "grim reaper", the crisis seemed to dissolve easily.

One after another, the assassins were knocked to the ground.

The two men stood back to back, getting ready for combat.

Justin's face, hands, and the white collar of his shirt were stained with blood, like a handsome rogue in a suit, exuding an aesthetic of violence and beauty.

"Deputy Chief Hopkins, I've told you that you're digging your own grave, working with Christopher. From the moment he sought you out, he's been secretly planning to get rid of you after squeezing out all your value."

"You're not me... You won't understand my reasons!" Owen clutched his gravely injured arm, cold sweat trickling down his head.

"Cooperating with us is your only way out!" Justin's expression was cold and stern, but his tone was calm and genuine.

"Way out? Do I still have a way out?"

Owen smiled bitterly. "Even if I escape today, can I escape tomorrow?"

Justin frowned and did not reply. Even if they work together to take down Christopher, the future waiting for Owen would be a legal trial.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The assassins charged at them again, determined to kill them.

The leader clearly wanted to take the credit. When the others surrounded and attacked

Justin, he saw his chance with an injured and weakened Owen, raising his knife and viciously aiming it at Owen's head.

"Argh!"

But Owen merely used one hand to flip the leader onto the ground, then stomped on his chest. The man groaned as he coughed up blood.

A lion would always be strong, even when it was injured.

Owen's eyes were glazed with an intense red as he raised the screwdriver high, swiftly plunging it at the man's vital spot.

At this moment, he looked more like a killer than the actual hired hands.

"No! Stop!"

Justin roared and rushed forward, tightly gripping Owen's hand that held the blade. "You can't kill them!"

"What should I do then? Wait for them to kill us?!" Owen questioned instead with a hoarse voice.

"If you're doing it in self-defense, I won't stop you, but you're not!" Justin's gaze was like a sword, cutting open Owen's soul. "You're afraid he would get arrested and say something he shouldn't. You're trying to silence him!"

Owen's body shook. However, his hand holding the screwdriver still tried to drive it into the man's chest. If not for Justin's strength, Owen would have killed the leader already.

At the same time, police sirens sounded from a distance.

The other assassins were gravely injured and did not even have the strength to get up. Only two of them tried to escape by crawling away, but they were quickly subdued and cuffed by the police who arrived.

"Justin!"

"Mr. Salvador!"

Ralph and Ian rushed to Justin. Seeing him covered in blood, the two men were shocked, nearly scared out of their wits.

"Mr. Salvador! Are you hurt?!" Ian's hands trembled as he did not know where to touch

Justin. He was almost in tears.

"I've called the ambulance. They will arrive in no time! Justin, hold on!" Ralph, an experienced police officer, was also pale-faced at this moment.

Justin raised his hand and wiped the blood off his face, amused. "I'm fine. This is not my blood."

"Oh, thank God! Praise the heavens!" Ian clasped his hands together, exclaiming in relief.

Ralph also exhaled deeply. "If anything happened to you, how would I explain it to my sister?"

"I'm fine." Justin's eyes sparkled as he said each word with weight, "I promised to protect Bella for a lifetime. No matter what, I won't let anything happen to me."

The group of assassins was escorted into the police cars, and the weapons at the crime scene were all confiscated.

Ralph led two other officers and walked to Owen with a sullen expression, his tone still carrying the respect a subordinate had for their superior.

"Deputy Chief Hopkins, when the ambulance arrives, please go to the hospital for

treatment."

"I won't go to the hospital. I need to go and accompany my wife." Owen's voice was weak,

but his gaze was determined and intense. "She's ill and in emergency care... I need to be

there immediately!"

"You don't need to go."

Owen whipped around, seeing Justin walk toward him calmly.

"Your wife is safe and sound. The so-called emergency room was mere nonsense."

Owen was stunned, his face turning ashen. "What did you say? But how? I received a call from..."

"Who do you think is capable of doing it? I think you know the answer."

It was a trap set up by Christopher.

Owen did not have children, and his parents died early. His only weakness was his wife.

So, Christopher bribed or threatened the doctor Owen trusted to lie that his wife was gravely ill, luring him out of the police station and trying to eliminate him in secret.

How extremely cunning and vicious!

If Justin had not arrived in time and asked Ian to call Ralph to control the situation, Owen might not have survived!

"My injuries are minor, and I can handle them myself. I still have things to do, so I'll leave

first."

Owen lowered his eyes and was about to leave, but Ralph sidestepped and blocked him, looking at him with a heavy gaze.

"Deputy Chief Hopkins, since you don't want to go to the hospital, please return to the station with me. We have medical personnel there as well. They could stitch and bandage

your wounds."