The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

As Justin thought of Bella, his lips quirked up with undisguised delight. "Could you please tell me the brand? When I return, I'd like to buy one for her."

Clarice's face was turned away. Her cheekbones subtly twitched, and her expression darkened.

"I'm afraid Mr. Salvador will have to return home disappointed. What I'm using is not perfume but incense made from a rare local fragrance in Meridan. It's scarce here. Simply put, it's not available for purchase."

"Oh, I see." Justin's eyes flickered briefly, and he did not bother to ask about it further.

His reason for asking her was clear he had smelled this scent before on Christopher.

During their numerous encounters, Justin had vaguely detected this orchid fragrance clinging to Christopher's clothes.

It was identical to Clarice's scent.

This woman claimed that it was not perfume but a rare incense from Meridan, something she could acquire perhaps through his elder brother's favor.

How did Christopher obtain it then?

Did Christopher and Grant know each other?

Or was it just a coincidence?

Lost in thought, Justin arrived at a carved wooden door.

"Mr. Salvador, Mr. Grant is inside. Please come in," Clarice said, stepping aside to let him pass.

As Justin stepped through the door, his breath deepened slightly.

you're

his electric wheelchair out of the room. Upon seeing

Grant." Justin hurried over

reached out to grab Justin's hand, lifting his face to look at him intently, his clear eyes shining like stars. "It's been over ten years since we last saw each other, right? I

doing okay," Justin replied

you are, you must take care of your health. After all, you're the Salvador

lightly, his pale cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, you've seen my condition now. As your

don't say

to recuperate at any time. If you ever recover and wish to rejoin the company, I'll welcome you back with open

meeting Grant, Justin had

his crippled elder brother in

younger, Grant

But now...

only a man ravaged by internal injuries, frail

tragedies stemmed from

were not for his elder brother's bravery, the one exiled in a foreign land, dependent on a wheelchair,

the tea room, the two brothers

her tea art gracefully. She moved her hands fluidly

her hands

care and treatment, my health has improved slightly in recent years. She's my doctor, friend, and

It's my honor