The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Theoretically, no." Bella spoke confidently, tilting her head slightly and tapping her forehead with a delicate finger. "A prisoner on medical parole wouldn't draw much attention, but if they disappeared or died, it would certainly cause a commotion. They wouldn't go to such extreme measures unless it was absolutely necessary. So Clarice must have found a place to hold Jonah captive."

She paused and added, "Now that we have the license plate number, finding him will be much easier."

At exactly 3:00 p.m. in the conference room of the Salvador Corporation, a crucial meeting concerning the bidding plan for the Savrow A5 project was held. Every board member was in attendance.

After all, this project was critical for the future of the Salvador Corporation, as well as the interests of each board member and major shareholder.

Gregory, as the chairman of the board, began with an opening speech.

Justin, well-built and poised, sported a sharp suit. As the vice chairman of the board and the heir to the Salvador Corporation, he was seated on Gregory's left side, a position of great power. His rise to this position had not been easy.

When Justin arrived, he could not help but notice that something seemed off. The chair to Gregory's right was empty.

A strange, uncomfortable sensation rose within Justin's chest. His large hand, resting on the table, subconsciously clenched into a fist, the veins bulging visibly, and his temples throbbed, feeling a mix of pressure, pain, and restlessness.

chronic headache had worsened, along with other symptoms such as body

nights, Justin had endured this torment, relying on adrenaline

again. This time increasing the dosage just to keep his condition under

his gaze and opened the A5 project plan in front of him, preparing to present

wait a moment," Gregory suddenly called

the same time, the door to the conference room

figure walked in, exuding a calm and refined

apologies for being late,

froze, his gaze locking onto the approaching man-Grant. His black lashes fluttered, and his fingers, previously steady on the

everyone, Grant walked over, passing by

subtle fragrance

any physical contact or exchange glances, Justin could not shake the coldness that

the father and son exchanged a look. Gregory wore a wide, joyous smile, his large hand patting his eldest son's shoulder, his pride and high