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.

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! What do you have to

who ordered the

sweat breaking out

through the crowd, locking onto Bella, who stood at the edge of the commotion. Her posture was unyielding as she stared

It was as if

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

if it were an indisputable truth, acting completely

not my decision alone. Justin's removal was the result of a board resolution and vote. It

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

sinister smile before

her skin felt clammy

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

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

the restroom of the hotel, Ian locked the door. Still uneasy, he pushed a cleaning cart against it for extra security. "Mr. Salvador! Are

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

and formidable