The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella trembled. Her eyes were filled with loss and shock. "Justin..."

The blinding lights of the cameras erupted once more, capturing Justin's retreating figure. The crowd exchanged bewildered glances.

"Justin, where are you going?!" Ryan stared in astonishment.

Just as Ryan was about to chase after him, Ian abruptly stopped her. "Chairman Hoffman, let me go instead!"

With that, Ian took off in pursuit.

Ryan looked toward the wide-open doors, an inexplicable sense of foreboding rising in his mind.

"Ryan, stay here and watch over Bella. Arnold has left-I'm going to find him!" With a solemn expression, Asher strode away without hesitation.

"Hey! You!" Ryan clicked his tongue in frustration, grinding his teeth. "Why is it always me babysitting?!"

The reporters surged forward, surrounding Grant in an instant.

Clarice tried to shield him with her own body, but she was a delicate woman wearing high heels. The group of reporters shoved her around, leaving her utterly disheveled and embarrassed.

Grant, when Mr. Justin has been removed, you stood to gain the most! After all, you took his position! There's growing suspicion from the public, claiming you orchestrated this, that this is an internal power struggle within

ordered the police investigation against Mr.

breaking out all over her

the crowd, locking onto Bella, who stood at the edge of

the slightest tremor. It was as if every action he had taken was righteous,

eldest son. It was that way in my father's generation, and it is the same in mine. Now that

expression, as if it

decision alone. Justin's removal was the result of a board resolution and vote. It

piece, Grant cast one final, lingering look at Bella. The

smile before

her breath catch, and her skin felt clammy at

"Mr. Grant... Mr. Grant!"

her balance. With a thud, she fell to the

hotel, Ian locked the door. Still uneasy, he pushed a cleaning cart against

was no longer his usual tall and imposing self. He was curled up in the corner, trembling uncontrollably. His chiseled face was now deathly pale, drained

longer resembled the proud and formidable