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.

Justin, you're

the room. Upon seeing his younger brother, he broke into a relieved

hurried

at him intently, his clear eyes shining like stars. "It's been over ten years since we last saw each other, right? I missed you a lot. Why did you look thinner than when we last video called from Grandpa's

doing okay," Justin replied

you are, you must take care of your health. After all,

lowered his gaze as he coughed lightly, his pale cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, you've seen my condition now. As your elder

please don't

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

had

at this moment, looking at his crippled elder

younger, Grant was

But now...

by internal injuries, frail and pale,

the tragedies stemmed from

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

tea room, the two brothers sat across from

art gracefully. She moved her hands fluidly over the tea tray.

hands intently, lost

thanks to Clarice's care and treatment, my health has

please don't say that. It's my honor to