The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 883

At that instant, lan rushed out of the meeting room and intercepted

them again.

“Mr. Thompson, while we welcome your presence, don’t you think it’s

inappropriate, both ethically and legally, to resort to violence against

our staff?”

Ignoring lan’s words, Asher countered with a question. “Should I wait

for Justin Salvador to come out, or should I just barge in?”

lan’s anger surged, his expression darkening. “I’m sorry, but Mr.

Salvador is currently in a meeting. He won’t be able to see you.

Please leave!”

Asher smirked slightly and advanced toward him.

lan’s internal alarm bells rang as he extended his arms to block Asher

“Ah!”

In the blink of an eye, Asher swiftly made his move. Before lan co even comprehend what was happening, Asher twisted his arm to t

back and forcefully flung him aside.

lan crashed to the ground. His arm was dislocated!

He clenched his teeth in pain as sweat beaded his forehead. He

watched Asher and Steven push open the door and enter the

conference room.

room, the mood was

who was sitting at the head of the conference table, exuded a commanding présence. His handsome figure resembled

listened attentively as he calmly outlined the agenda for the upcoming

despite his authoritative demeanor, the sudden

the attention of

in the room was shocked and exchanged

glances.

present-recognized the intruders.

presence, he chose to ignore them, continuing to read

let’s talk.” Asher’s eyes

direct address cut through

Justin’s status.

Asher’s stern gaze

it a day. We’ll continue tomorrow. Meeting adjourned.”

those words, the other executives stood

in the conference

room

go ahead and say what you have to say now,”

Seeing Justin’s seemingly indifferent

Justin was still recovering from his

sit through the meeting with sheer willpower

medication.

utterly drained, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.

you did something to my sister.” Asher’s tone turned

presence was intimidating.

Did something? What does that mean? Did Justin really harass Ms. Thompson? How

an unprecedented wave of anguish, as if someone were

him and depriving him

his throat. His fingers slowly clenched on

tabletop. His eyes were burning intensely. “I’ll take

she’s willing to, she remains