The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge (Anna and Justin) novel Chapter 2416

Yvonne ran toward the hidden passage at Pivotage. Her eyes were red and filled to the brim with tears. As she ran, hot tears streamed into the air behind her.

Jace had spared her. He actually let her go!

Could this mean he truly was Hugh? Was his true self still intact, merely waiting for his past memories to awaken?

Her heart surged with a mixture of joy and disbelief. Without a second thought, she sprinted forward, desperate to find Bella and deliver both the evidence and this monumental news as soon as possible.

Emerging from the hidden passage, Yvonne navigated the overgrown and treacherous trails of the mountain, utterly alone.

Suddenly, her breath caught, and her body froze.

Blinding, white light beamed down from all directions, striking her slender, frail figure.

The glaring illumination pinned her to the center of an inescapable ambush.

Her heart thundered in her chest. Cold sweat drenched her pale, almost translucent face. The veins on the back of her hand bulged as she gripped her dagger tightly.

Six men clad entirely in black emerged from the surrounding underbrush. They carried high-powered flashlights, closing in on her step by step. The concentrated beams of light made the night as bright as day, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

There was only one path left—she had to fight her way out!

Yvonne’s crimson eyes flared with determination. She launched herself forward, her dagger slashing directly at an assailant's throat.

Her strike was precise, executed with full force and astonishing speed, aiming straight for a vital point.

The man froze for a moment, stunned that such a seemingly fragile woman could possess such lethal skill.

In the next instant, his flashlight fell to the ground as blood spurted from his throat.

Yvonne seized the opening, turning and fleeing with all her might. This might be her only chance.

She had no idea how many more were laying in ambush in the mountain, waiting to strike. But a gnawing sense of foreboding churned in her chest—that she might not make it back alive.