The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant curled his lips into a silent, icy smirk.

Nigel had played his hand, drawing Bella into the game. His intent was unmistakable to spread out power in order to maintain control. He feared that one day a single force would rise unchecked, wielding absolute dominance over the Salvador Corporation.

Others might accept this, but Gregory could not.

Fury surged through him, his face darkening with rage. "Dad! Have you lost your mind? Do you even know who she is? She's the president of KS Group, our direct competitor! The KS Group is also bidding for the A5 project! No matter how much you favor this woman, there has to be a limit!"

His voice sharpened, each word like a blade. "By elevating her to a position of power, you're not just showing favoritism, you're inviting the tiger into our home!"

A low chuckle cut through the charged air.

"Hah." Nigel's lips curled in amusement, but his gaze was anything but warm. "Favoritism? Inviting a tiger into my home?"

The old man's voice was deep with meaning. "Perhaps the real question is... Who is my family, and who is the tiger?"

The words sent an undeniable chill through the room.

As he spoke, his sharp gaze swept past Grant's unreadable expression, lingering just long enough to leave a sense of unease in its wake.

A moment of silence later, a board member aligned with Gregory stepped forward.

"Old Master Nigel, while you have publicly recognized Ms. Thompson as your god granddaughter, the fact remains that you have no blood relation with her. Even among true relatives, business must be handled with clear distinctions. After all, this concerns the interests of every shareholder and board member."

a weight of reason, but the underlying

project bid. Forgive my bluntness, but no matter how you look at it, allowing Ms. Thompson into

of murmurs spread through the

had shifted. Opposition was growing,

expression heavy with contemplation.

red lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. She met the board's scrutinizing gazes with effortless composure, unhurried and

I hereby declare, as the CEO of KS Group,

The room erupted.

air as heads

What a sacrifice!

willing to go

Justin's fingers curled against the table, his grip tightening. A storm surged

why she

willing to forsake her own company's interests-walk away from

it worth it? Was he

gaze darkened further, his sharp eyes shifting toward

flickered. His mind raced, weighing the pros and cons,

slowly lowered himself into his seat, signifying a retreat, a concession, and a compromise.

and commanding. "Now, let

silence answered his question. A silence so profound that the faintest breath

swept over the room before she let out a