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.

position wasn't

eyes narrowed as he observed Justin

go through all this trouble. If you'd simply told me from the start that

for the kidnapping years ago and your subsequent health issues, you, as the eldest son, were always the rightful heir to Salvador Corporation.

was known for his military background and reputation

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

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 sharpening into something cold and cutting. "If that's how

low and chilling. "That's no

at you, brother. Though I suppose this will be the last time

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

settling in his chest. There was a mix of emotions he could not

Justin had devoted himself to the Salvador Corporation,

tarnished and his image shattered, how could he not feel anger? And yet, how