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

families like theirs, health matters were kept

with the motive, resources, and something to

he didn't come back with

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

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

at

the group

was steady and composed, with no sign of illness or frailty. Following closely behind were Ian and four

with only Ian accompanying him. But today, his grandfather insisted on pulling out all the stops. After

"Mr. Salvador!"

crossed his path stopped to bow