The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2047



In the following days, Bella and Justin decided to divide and conquer their tasks separately. Although Justin no longer openly defied Gregory, he secretly fueled the public's outrage, determined to use this intense scrutiny to force Christopher out of his dark hiding place.

One day, just as Justin was about to attend a meeting, he unexpectedly received a call from Sasha.

"Aunt Sasha,” Justin greeted, his voice steady, courteous, and approachable.

Sasha, who was usually sharp-tongued and critical, spoke to Justin in a rare tone of warmth and restraint, tinged with a trace of guilt.

“Justin, I still haven't properly thanked you for what you did last time. If you hadn't arrived in time, Southern Star would have been doomed. I'm still terrified when I think about it. If something had happened to Southern Star... I don't know how my father would have carried on. I wouldn't have been able to face Wyatt either."

"Aunt Sasha, you don't have to be so formal. Everything I did was my duty." Without a hint of arrogance, Justin remained as humble as ever. "The fact that you, Uncle Wyatt, and the entire Thompson family were willing to accept me again and allow Bella and me to reconcile that trust alone is something I'll spend my life repaying."

lan could not help

somewhat awkward, as if he were borrowing Ryan's words. Now, though,

that. You're making me feel even

my father. Tonight, he's holding a press conference where he'll reveal everything about the illegal drug abuse Southern

is no small matter. Please, you and Chairman Jenkins

Syndicate's situation would be like laying bare his weaknesses and inviting investigation by the police and prosecutors. But my father is tired, Justin. He's truly exhausted. He'd rather be summoned by the police and even risk going to

Chairman Jenkins's decision. Tonight, I'll

...

an important meeting with provincial leaders. He drove himself, ran two red lights,

happened?! How could my wife try to commit suicide?!" Owen frantically grabbed the nurse's arm,

afternoon, after lunch, Mrs. Hopkins suddenly said she wanted

in her early forties. She had suffered a miscarriage in the second trimester when she was 29 years old. The