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.

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

more serious. He stopped joking around. "At the end of the day, this is a grudge between me and Grant. This is a Salvador family matter,

family. No need to draw lines

at Asher, a surge of unspeakable

the suffocating tension, followed by the deafening

the scene, barreling through the crowd and scattering several men

came to a flawless stop directly in front of Justin

swung open, and Ryan stepped out, moving with an effortless

his head slightly and rolled his shoulders, as if

Justin's eyes widened in disbelief, his chest tightening

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

The press conference was about

on the sofa with his eyes closed as

a cup of freshly brewed

moment to inhale its

despicable Drew... How dare he hurt you like this! Your entrance could've been