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.

not in years. Don't try to play the 'youth'

joking around. "At the end of the day, this is a grudge between me and Grant. This is a

gaze remained fixed ahead. "We're family. No need to draw lines

He turned to look at Asher, a surge of

pierced through the suffocating tension, followed by the deafening roar of a sports car

barreling through the crowd and scattering several men before

car came to a flawless stop

open, and Ryan stepped out,

tilted his head slightly and rolled

widened in disbelief, his

Ryan flashed a carefree

The press conference was

backstage lounge, Grant sat on the sofa with his eyes

of freshly brewed tea with both

it, taking a moment to

this! Your entrance