From Divorced Wife To The Top Heiress novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224

The man in the black leather jacket shot Dylan a sinister grin. “Someone’s put a price on your head, Mr. Ashford, So, how do you want to die?”

Dylan’s eyes flashed with a sly glint, a trace of roguish amusement flickering in his gaze. ‘Someone is actually trying to buy my life? he thought.

He shifted slightly, his head still spinning, but forced himself to stay alert. “Since I’m already a dead man walking, why not tell me who’s behind this?”

The man studied Dylan’s lazy, almost cocky smile and could not help feeling impressed. “Dylan, even with death staring you in the face, you’ve still got that swagger. That’s classic you.”

“Who wants you dead? Can’t tell you that. If you want someone to blame, blame your fat wallet, the man replied.

Just for money?‘ Dylan thought.

‘People kill for cash, birds die for food. Same old story,‘ he mused.

These guys really have some nerve, coming after me here,‘ Dylan thought.

Who could it be?‘ he wondered with a laugh.

So much had gone down lately, he honestly couldn’t remember who he’d ticked off.

Dylan lay sprawled on the ground, eyes shut, trying to clear his head and catch his breath.

Miles was definitely out cold.

Cars kept passing by, so if he could just buy himself some time, maybe someone would spot him and call for help.

Maybe if he rested a bit longer, he could figure out a way to survive.

“Dylan, you gonna get up yourself, or do we have to help you?” the man asked with a wicked grin.

Dylan’s eyes snapped open, sharp and cold, like a blade drawn from its sheath. The icy glare was so intense that the man instinctively stepped back.

Dylan slowly pushed himself to his feet, his gaze locking onto the man in front of him. “I’m giving you one last chance,” Dylan said coolly. “Who sent you?”

The man sneered. “Last chance? Kid, you really think you’re calling the shots here? Where do you get the nerve to talk like. that?” he mocked.

Dylan shook out his sore hand. After lying there for a while, his head felt a lot clearer.

He flexed his wrist, eyes burning with rage as he glared at the man. His lips curled into a dangerous, cocky smile. “Because in a minute, you guys are the ones who’ll be dead.”

The men all burst out laughing, mocking Dylan for his arrogance.

Dylan’s smoldering eyes narrowed, his handsome features icing over, deadly intent radiating off him.

He flashed a reckless grin, clenched his fist, and drove it straight into the man’s face.

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Chapter 224

A guttural scream of agony tore taugh the air, and everyone’s my view****

The men stared at Dylan in shock, his glare darp enough to k

The man who took the punch studded back, blood sporting from t

“Ah.. the guy let out a startled cry,

He shot Dylan a murderous glare.

Dylan’s eyes were ice–cold and deadly, a wicked grin curling at his lips. “Hurts, he

The guy blinked, thrown off. ‘Did he seriously just ask if it hurter he thought

Furious, the guy swung his fist right at Dylan’s nose. “Hurts, huh? Why don’t you try it yourself? be koond

He threw the punch without hesitation, aiming, directly for Dylan

Dylan dodged to the side and used the guy’s own momentum to yank him forward. The man stumbled and dazed hood into the pavement.

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