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.

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! What do you have to say about these

who ordered the police investigation against

trembled, cold sweat breaking out all over her

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

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

did not 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 of Salvador Corporation belongs to me. Even if

expression, as if it were an indisputable

Corporation is a publicly traded company. The appointment and dismissal of its president is not my decision alone. Justin's removal was the result of a board

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

into a sinister smile before he turned and strode

and her skin

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

jostled by the reporters, lost her balance. With a thud, she fell to the floor,

he pushed a cleaning cart against it

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

longer resembled the proud and formidable man he used to