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.

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 the family-a ruthless battle between brothers!

ordered the police investigation against

sweat breaking

His gaze cut through the crowd, locking onto Bella, who stood at

was deep and steady, without the slightest tremor. It was as if

take anything from Justin. I merely reclaimed what was rightfully mine. The Salvador family has always passed down the position of successor to the eldest son. It was that way in my father's generation, and it is the same in mine. Now that I have returned from my recovery abroad, the presidency

without a change in expression, as if it were an

The appointment and dismissal of its president is not my decision

his piece, Grant cast one final, lingering

a sinister smile before he turned

her breath catch, and her skin felt clammy at the sight of his

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

reporters, lost her balance. With a thud, she fell to the floor, humiliated, surrounded by flashing

the door. Still uneasy, he pushed a cleaning cart against it

was curled up in the corner, trembling uncontrollably. His chiseled face was now deathly pale, drained of all the dignity

the proud and formidable man he used to