The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2059

"May I sit down?" Justin's voice was polite.

"Please do."

The man sat gracefully across from him, alone and unencumbered with bodyguards. Wordlessly, the atmosphere was charged with tension.

"Mr. Salvador, a man of your stature wouldn't normally come to a place like this for coffee," Owen said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. "This isn't a coincidence. You've been following me."

"Not at all," Justin replied, his lips curling slightly. "My wife told me about what happened at the nursing home that day. She said if you're not at your office, you'd surely be here. After all, Deputy Chief Hopkins, you're as devoted to your wife as I am to mine. No matter how far the detour, we end up in the same place." His words were so layered that only a practiced person could decipher the conversation.

"Are you married to Ms. Thompson?" Owen asked, puffing on his cigarette.

"Not yet," Justin replied.

"Then calling her 'wife' is just a term of endearment. We're not the same kind of people. You wouldn't understand my situation."

Justin's jaw tightened, but he remained calm and composed. He spoke in a low voice. "Aaron Larson was suddenly arrested. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

indifferent. "The Savrow police are not incompetent.

looked at him intently. "Who do you think will

grew thick

responded coolly, though his fingers trembled, causing ash

Even though Aaron was the president of Larson Biotech and held a significant position in Hatchbay, Christopher still sacrificed Aaron as a scapegoat. In Christopher's eyes, no one is trustworthy," Justin said, his sharp eyes narrowing. "When the job is done, the tools are discarded. Do

I'll take my leave," Owen said, feeling the

of Christopher's spies, and being seen with Justin would be hard to explain. Christopher was ruthless and suspicious, and he needed to stay alive to protect his wife.

Owen prepared to leave, Justin suddenly leaned forward, pressing a silver lighter into his palm. "You don't have

clenched the lighter, lowered his head, and quickly left the

at the bustling night scene, the

he received a message

Did you

calloused fingers typing carefully

[Justin: Yes, we talked.]

badly? You have a high IQ, but you can be