The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Grant curled his lips into a silent, icy smirk.

Nigel had played his hand, drawing Bella into the game. His intent was unmistakable to spread out power in order to maintain control. He feared that one day a single force would rise unchecked, wielding absolute dominance over the Salvador Corporation.

Others might accept this, but Gregory could not.

Fury surged through him, his face darkening with rage. "Dad! Have you lost your mind? Do you even know who she is? She's the president of KS Group, our direct competitor! The KS Group is also bidding for the A5 project! No matter how much you favor this woman, there has to be a limit!"

His voice sharpened, each word like a blade. "By elevating her to a position of power, you're not just showing favoritism, you're inviting the tiger into our home!"

A low chuckle cut through the charged air.

"Hah." Nigel's lips curled in amusement, but his gaze was anything but warm. "Favoritism? Inviting a tiger into my home?"

The old man's voice was deep with meaning. "Perhaps the real question is... Who is my family, and who is the tiger?"

The words sent an undeniable chill through the room.

As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept past Grant's unreadable expression, lingering just long enough to leave a sense of unease in its wake.

A moment of silence later, a board member aligned with Gregory stepped forward.

"Old Master Nigel, while you have publicly recognized Ms. Thompson as your god granddaughter, the fact remains that you have no blood relation with her. Even among true relatives, business must be handled with clear distinctions. After all, this concerns the interests of every shareholder and board member."

voice carried a weight of reason, but the

Forgive my bluntness, but no matter how you look at it, allowing Ms. Thompson

of murmurs spread

tension had shifted. Opposition was growing, but Bella merely

his expression heavy with contemplation. "Your concerns are not

yet Bella remained unshaken. Her red lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. She met the board's scrutinizing gazes with

of KS Group, that we are

The room erupted.

air as heads turned

What a sacrifice!

was truly willing to

fingers curled against the table, his grip tightening.

why she was doing

was willing to forsake her own company's interests-walk away from a

it? Was

darkened further, his sharp eyes

and cons, calculating whether this was

a retreat, a concession, and a compromise.

voice resonated through the room, steady and commanding. "Now, let me ask-does anyone else object

his question. A silence so profound that the faintest breath could be

over the room before she let out