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

like theirs, health matters were kept strictly confidential to avoid giving rivals any opportunity to exploit or sabotage

the motive, resources, and something to gain was

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 already losing the mask!

though?" Justin's frown

he hides in the shadows, forcing

unease gnawed at

reporters, the group entered the Salvador

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

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

"Mr. Salvador!"

crossed his path stopped to bow