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.

like a

matters were kept strictly confidential to avoid giving rivals any opportunity to exploit or

resources, and something to gain was

him. "I knew it! I knew he didn't come back with good intentions.

reporters here though?" Justin's

hides in the shadows,

unshakable unease gnawed at Justin.

the group entered

he took was steady and composed, with no sign of illness or frailty. Following closely

only Ian accompanying him. But today, his grandfather insisted on pulling out all the stops. After all, one had to project strength and authority after coming back from an

"Mr. Salvador!"

crossed his path stopped