The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's gaze followed the path of Grant's fingers as they came to rest on the desk.

The plaque that once bore Justin's name now displayed a new name. [President Grant Salvador]

How impatient of them. They could not even hold off for a single night before erasing all traces of his time at Salvador Corporation.

"The board of directors elected me as the new president yesterday. I won by a huge majority vote," Grant said, his tone calm yet edged with triumph.

He rested his hands on the desk, his long, slender fingers interlacing into a steeple beneath his chin. "Ian can coordinate with my secretary to finalize the handover. I've already arranged for someone to pack your personal belongings and send them to Tideview Manor. Justin, you've worked hard these past few years. From now on, leave the future of Salvador Corporation to me."

The room fell deathly silent.

Justin's long lashes trembled faintly before the corners of his lips curled into a subtle smile. With one hand tucked casually into his pocket, he moved calmly and sank into the sofa with deliberate case.

His long legs stretched out lazily, exuding an air of nonchalance.

from the president's position wasn't a loss but a liberation-a release that freed him

as he observed Justin

need to go through all this trouble. If you'd simply told me from the start that you wanted this position back, I would've

for the kidnapping years ago and your subsequent health issues, you, as the eldest son, were always the rightful

reputation for integrity. But now he

like there was a raw, untamed defiance in Justin-unapologetic and unrestrained. It was as if this confrontation had forced another side of

have resorted to dirty tricks like setting me up, ruining my reputation, and dragging innocent people down with me." Justin's eyes narrowed slightly, the faint smile on his face

his voice low and chilling. "That's no longer up to

at you, brother. Though I suppose this will be the last time I call you that." Justin stood up, his commanding presence radiating strength

the door, his every step exuding confidence and unyielding dignity. Not a trace of

his chest. There was a mix of emotions he

himself to the Salvador Corporation, carefully building his reputation and upholding

of everything, with his name tarnished and his image shattered, how could he not feel anger?