The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In a matter of seconds, they were surrounded by a horde of menacing figures. The tension in the air gnawed at their nerves.

The scene unfolded in the underground parking lot of the Salvador Hotel.

It was the Salvador family's property. Every brick and stone of this establishment was built under Nigel's meticulous oversight. Among all the five-star hotels in Savrow, it had always been at the top of the rankings.

Yet today, on the occasion of a press conference, Grant seemed determined to turn the parking lot into a bloodbath. He truly was a madman and was beyond redemption.

"Ten for each of us?" Asher nudged Justin with his elbow, his dark eyes narrowing slightly." The press conference starts in ten minutes. Can you wrap this up in time?"

Justin's gaze was sharp and wild. His normally brooding eyes now had a dangerous light. " I'll take fifteen, you handle the other five."

"Why do I get so few?"

Justin raised a brow and casually said, "You're the senior. As a junior, it's only right that I handle more."

Asher lowered his lashes briefly, managing a wry smile despite the tension.

years. Don't try to play the 'youth' card with me,

me and Grant. This is a Salvador family matter, and it was never my intention to drag everyone into this. I owe

deep, steady gaze remained fixed ahead. "We're family. No need to draw lines where there aren't

to look at Asher, a surge of unspeakable emotion

pierced through the suffocating tension, followed by

through the crowd and scattering several

stop directly in front of

door swung open, and Ryan stepped

slightly and rolled his shoulders,

disbelief, his chest tightening with

fall apart without me." Ryan flashed a carefree smile. "Isn't that

was up. The press conference was

the backstage lounge, Grant sat on the sofa

of freshly brewed tea with both

moment to inhale its fragrance

he hurt you like this! Your entrance could've been flawless," Clarice fumed, her voice trembling