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.

a bucket of ice

nerve. In high-profile families like theirs, health matters were kept strictly confidential to

resources, and something to gain

I knew he didn't come back with

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

He is stirring up chaos while he hides in the shadows, forcing you, the president,

unease gnawed at Justin. Something did not feel

the group entered the Salvador Corporation's

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

Justin preferred to keep a low 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

"Mr. Salvador!"

his path stopped to bow