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.

the conference room, the

sitting at the head of the conference table, exuded a commanding présence. His handsome figure resembled that of an emperor presiding over

executives below him listened attentively as he calmly outlined the agenda for the upcoming work.

demeanor, the sudden intrusion

the attention of everyone in the room.

in the room was shocked and

glances.

present-recognized the intruders.

ignore them, continuing

talk.” Asher’s eyes

and direct address cut through the tension, disregardin

Justin’s status.

paused briefly, meeting Asher’s stern gaze with

call it a day. We’ll continue tomorrow. Meeting

those words, the other executives stood up

alone in the conference room.

the room turned into tension.

can go ahead and say what you have to say now,” Justin said calmly, his

Justin’s seemingly indifferent attitude only fueled his

unaware that Justin was still recovering from his

to sit through the meeting with sheer willpower

medication.

and his back was drenched in cold sweat.

to my sister.” Asher’s

presence was

turning bloodshot. ‘ Did something? What does that mean? Did Justin really harass Ms. Thompson? How could he?! How dare he even consider such a thing?!

wave of anguish, as if someone

depriving him

in his throat.

eyes were burning intensely.

she’s willing to, she remains my wife.”