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."

reason, but the

competitor in the A5 project bid. Forgive my bluntness, but no matter how you look at it, allowing

murmurs spread through the

was growing,

heavy with

into a soft, knowing smile. She met

as the CEO of KS Group, that we are officially withdrawing

The room erupted.

as heads turned

What a sacrifice!

truly willing to

against the table, his grip tightening. A storm surged in his

exactly why she

her own company's interests-walk away from a high-stakes bid-just to

it?

gaze darkened further, his sharp eyes shifting toward

mind raced, weighing the pros and cons, calculating whether this was a battle

Gregory exhaled and slowly lowered himself into his seat, signifying a retreat, a concession, and a compromise. Grant withdrew his gaze, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes betrayed a trace

"Now, let me ask-does anyone else object to

A silence so profound that the

swept over the room before she let out a light, effortless