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The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 617
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Chapter 617

Zoe was completely stunned, and her pale face slowly darkened, as if

she were possessed.

“Ryan… What are you saying? Are you disowning me as your sister?

Ryan!”

Ryan ignored Zoe and focused on Carrie, rubbing her trembling back

over and over.

“Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared. I’m back. No one will dare to hurt

you again. No one.”

But this time, Carrie was not as obedient as she once was. Her breathing became heavier as she

resisted Ryan’s touch. She was like

a prickly little hedgehog.

“No… You’re not my brother. You’re Zoe Hoffman’s brother…”

Her soft and powerless little hands kept pushing against Ryan’s solid chest. With every push, Carrie

wished she had a knife she could use to stab into his chest and hurt him. “Let me go! I want to go

home… I

want Grandpa. I want to go home!”

“Carrie, be good, please…” Ryan tried to coax her, eyes red.

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“Let go… Let me go!”

But no matter how Carrie cried and screamed, Ryan refused to let go,

not even for a second.

On the contrary, he held her tighter.

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His large, rough palm wrapped around her slender waist. His grip was so tight that her fair skin had

turned red through her white dress.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and pressed his thin lips to her ear, his voice hoarse as he said

softly, “You’re right. I’m not your brother… I’m your man, Carrie.”

Zoe’s eyes widened with shock as she watched her brother give all his love to the girl she had bullied

since her school days. Zoe thought she could bully Carrie forever.

She felt like her heart had been dug out and her soul was going to be

ripped in half.

The pain was crippling. It hurt a hundred times more than when she

found out Justin loved Bella Thompson!

Ryan was the most important man in Zoe’s life. She always thought that she would be able to live her

whole life capriciously as his

younger sister.

But no, she could feel herself losing the protection that was once

solely hers.

He was going to give it all to Carrie Salvador!

“My… Man?” Carrie looked up, her teary eyes filled with heart- wrenching confusion.

“Yes, yours.” Ryan’s voice was husky, and his eyes smoldered with

passion.

Zoe’s sparkling crystal palace life was about to fall to pieces.

Yasmin smiled in relief from a hidden corner as she watched Ryan

confess his feelings to Carrie passionately.

Carrie had taken a beating, and her trauma had been triggered by Zoe’s appearance. She had been

through a lot and ended up crying

herself to sleep in Ryan’s arms.

Ryan carried her back to her room and used a clean towel to wipe her sweat and tears away before

tucking her under the covers.

“Mmph…” Carrie rolled over. Her brows were scrunched deeply, which

showed her discomfort.

Ryan’s heart clenched with sadness, anger, and self-reproach. His

handsome face was serious and pale.

“I’m sorry, Carrie. It’s all my fault. I didn’t protect you well…”

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Yasmin pushed open the door and walked in gingerly. She stood there, hesitant to speak for fear of

disturbing her boss’ tender

moment.

“Say what you want to say.” Ryan gently caressed Carrie’s cheek, but his expression was cold.

“I have the footage you asked for.”

Yasmin walked over to Ryan and respectfully handed the phone to

him.

Ryan managed to rush back so quickly because he knew what was happening at home through the

dozens of surveillance cameras he

installed.

There were practically no blind spots.

With his phone, Ryan could monitor the situation at home remotely, in

real-time.

He stared at the phone with a glum face.

Ryan watched from the moment Zoe entered and ordered her people to restrain Fiona, up to the point

she burst into the house to hit and

kick Carrie.

He remained silent for a moment.

“Mr. Hoffman, what do you think…?”