The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin spent an entire day and night waiting outside the gates of Yara Park.

He was that stubborn. If he could not see the person he loved and find the answers he needed, he wouldn't be able to find peace even in death.

Last night, Justin saw the Iverson father-and-son duo arrive. He knew that they had come to stir up trouble regarding Charles, so he hid and observed, not out of fear but to avoid unnecessary trouble. He did not want Lance to think that he was colluding with the Thompson family, triggering him to cause trouble for Chairman Thompson.

He could take care of things for the Thompson family behind closed doors, but showing up in public right now wouldn't be a good idea. The sky was dark, with strong winds raging and howling around him. The powerful wind hit his body, feeling just as intense as the punches and kicks he took last night.

Justin's eyes were gloomy and sunken. There was a stubble of beard growing on his chiseled jaw, adding a touch of carefree ruggedness, as if he had returned to his military days.

Just then, his phone started ringing while it was charging in the car, briefly distracting him from his deep thoughts.

Justin opened the car door and grabbed the phone. It was lan calling.

is it?" His voice sounded hoarse and barely recognizable, as if he

were on the verge of tears. "Chairman Salvador is sick and has just been taken to the hospital! Please come back and see him!" Justin felt a jolt of panic, and cold

were usually a cheerful bunch, but today they were frowning as they drank in silence, especially Declan. He was drinking shot after shot of hard liquor as if it were water, making

really not good

yet. Don't ruin your

frustration, slamming it on the

were too pushy." Asher patted Declan's shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. "You know how Bella is. She doesn't respond well to force. The more you push, the more she pushes back. I know you love her to the core. You certainly don't want her

worried. "Yeah, the two of you haven't had such an

you expect me to do then? Do you want me to just stand by while my little sister gets involved with that bastard?!" Declan covered his face with his hands and rubbed it

were cut into pieces. I can't bear to watch her go through so much pain. Miscarriage! She could have had a child. She could have experienced the joy

or nephew, who never got a chance to enter this world, the