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.

hit Ian like a bucket of ice water.

of the other board members had the nerve. In high-profile families like theirs, health matters were kept strictly

motive, resources, and

didn't come back with good intentions. It hasn't even been six months, and

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

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

an unshakable unease gnawed at Justin. Something did not

clearing the reporters, the group entered the Salvador

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

profile with 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!"

who crossed his path stopped to