The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Normally, Carrie was quite easygoing, but now, she was insistent on going to class.
In the end, Ryan had no choice but to give in.
The man walked out of the villa's door with a gloomy expression, still wearing the damp suit. Yasmin wanted to prepare another
set for him, but he refused. The damp suit carried his fiancee's fragrant scent and body warmth, which he could not bear to part
with.
"Take good care of Carrie."
"Yes, Mr. Hoffman."
"Also," Ryan's footsteps halted, his eyes as cold as ice. "Keep a close watch on her and make sure those obnoxious men stay
away from my wife."
"Yes." Yasmin's back stiffened. Ralph's bright and handsome face immediately appeared in her mind.
Since the day Coral retrieved the suit from Roza's place, she has been restless for several days.
She suffered nights and nights without sleep, repeatedly haunted by Roza's piercing words of advice.
"Domestic violence will never stop!"
-"Do you want to be beaten to death by him?!"
-"You will only end up dead if you don't resist!"
Recently, James had successfully outmaneuvered Asher and returned to the company after regaining Lance's trust.
Coral thought James would be in a good mood and would not treat her like a slave for a while. But unfortunately, not long ago,
that man came home at midnight, battered and bruised, his body littered with injuries.
As soon as he entered their room, that devil grabbed her hair, dragged her from the bed to the floor, and started beating her up
without a word.
That night, the entire floor echoed with Coral's cries and pleas for mercy.
The date of the Iverson family's banquet was approaching.

James had nothing much to do and suddenly thought of how he asked Coral to obtain a suit from Roza.
In fact, he was merely making things hard for her. Everyone in the upper society knew that Roza was hard to deal with, and one
would most likely be rejected and have their pride hurt, let alone a clumsy woman like Coral.
When she failed to retrieve a suit, he would have an excuse to lash out. However, James did not get to do that. He did not expect
that Coral actually managed to get the suit.
It seemed that this unpresentable woman was not completely useless.
"I went through a lot of effort to return to the verson Group. This family banquet will be my first public appearance since my
triumphant return. As my wife, you must attend, looking flawless. If you embarrass me even a little... You know what I'd do."
James vented his lust on Coral while whispering in her ear viciously.
Coral endured the humiliation with tears in her eyes, only daring to respond while trembling.
After he was done, James pulled his pants up, put on his tie, and became an elegant gentleman again as he walked out of the
dressing room.
"James..." Coral called out weakly.
James halted, staring coldly at her. "What?"
"My father... His physical condition is getting worse."
Coral stumbled as she stood up, gathering her courage to say, "The doctor said that if we couldn't find a suitable kidney donor
soon, his kidney function would completely fail. He would be beyond saving."
"So?"
"You promised me... You will help me look for a matching kidney for my father."
"We'll talk about it after the banquet."
"No! My father can't wait that long!"

Coral almost cried in anxiety. "Please... For the sake of everything my family did for the Iverson Group, for the sake of all our
years together... Please save my father!"
"I said, let's talk about it after the banquet. Are you looking for a beating again? Can't you understand human language?" James
glared at her harshly.