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.

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

who ordered the police investigation against Mr.

sweat breaking out all over

the crowd, locking onto Bella, who stood at the edge of the commotion. Her posture

deep and steady, without the slightest tremor. It was as if every action he had taken

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 of Salvador Corporation belongs to me. Even if my brother had not been removed,

if it were an

its president is not my decision alone. Justin's removal was

said his piece, Grant cast one final, lingering look at Bella. The corner of his

a sinister smile before he turned and

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

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

With a thud, she fell to the

restroom of the hotel, Ian locked the door. Still uneasy, he pushed a cleaning cart against it for extra

tall and imposing self. He was curled up in the corner, trembling uncontrollably. His chiseled face was now deathly pale, drained of all the

the proud and formidable man he used to