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.

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

as he observed

trouble. If you'd simply told me from the start that you wanted this position

for the kidnapping years ago and your subsequent health

military background and reputation for integrity. But

Grant felt like there was a raw, untamed defiance in Justin-unapologetic and unrestrained. It was as if this confrontation

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

and chilling. "That's no longer up

last time I call you that." Justin stood up, his commanding presence radiating strength and

step

chest. There was a mix of

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

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