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 bucket of ice water.

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

motive, resources, and something

has officially shown his true colors!" Ian's voice was full of fury, an angry laugh escaping him. "I knew it! I knew he didn't come back with good intentions. It hasn't even been six months, and he's

the reporters here though?" Justin's

you! He is stirring up chaos while he hides in the shadows, forcing you, the president, to clean up the mess. It's so

an unshakable unease gnawed at Justin.

reporters, the group entered

was undeniable. Every step he took was steady and composed, with no sign of illness or frailty. Following closely behind were Ian and

only Ian accompanying him. But today, his grandfather insisted on pulling

"Mr. Salvador!"

his path stopped