The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's gaze turned even darker.

The tinted windows shielded his expression, but the reporters pressing their faces against the glass irritated him. He pressed his lips together as he adjusted his tie with a deliberate tug; his muscles bulged with the movement. "Mr. Salvador! It's reported that you collapsed in public and were hospitalized for several days. Is there something wrong with your health?"

"If there's no issue, could you address the public to put their minds at ease?"

"The stock price for Salvador Corporation fluctuated significantly when the market opened today. Could it be related to your hospitalization? Would you care to comment?"

The luxury car forced its way through the mob, eventually making its way into the underground parking lot.

"Damn it! Unbelievable!" Ian slammed his fist against the car door in frustration. "Who had the nerve to leak news of your hospitalization to the press?"

"Who else?" Justin's sharp, bloodshot eyes narrowed coldly.

a bucket of

other board members had the nerve. In high-profile families like theirs, health matters were kept strictly confidential to avoid giving rivals any

with the motive, resources,

didn't come back with good intentions. It hasn't even been six months, and he's already losing the mask! Does

the reporters here though?" Justin's frown deepened,

exploded. "It's to embarrass you! He is stirring up chaos while he hides

gnawed at Justin. Something did not

the group entered the Salvador

with no sign of illness or frailty. Following closely behind

keep a low profile with only Ian accompanying him. But today, his grandfather insisted on pulling out all

"Mr. Salvador!"

who crossed his path stopped to