The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After a few rings, the call connected.

"Justin, I'm truly surprised and delighted you called me." Grant's voice remained as gentle and kind as ever, with a hint of feebleness.

"Grant, how have you been lately?"

Despite his usual straightforward nature, Justin felt compelled to make small talk since he needed a favor.

"Everything's been the same as always. I'm surviving on so much medication. They're making me lose so much hair." Grant then jokingly said, "Justin, do you think I'll be bald like a monk the next time we meet?"

"Grant, I'm actually in Meridan right now." Justin's tone turned serious, showing no interest in cracking jokes.

"Oh? Really? When did you arrive?"

"Two nights ago."

Justin took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, "Grant, I have an urgent matter and need your help. Can we meet up?"

That evening, Justin and lan headed to the address Grant had sent them.

Throughout the journey, Justin's jaw remained tense.

Although they were half-brothers and had a good relationship during their childhood, as the elder brother, Grant had taken care of Justin in many ways despite not sharing the same mother.

However, they had not seen each other for more than a decade. Besides, they rarely interacted except during holidays and special occasions. To Justin, his elder brother felt more like a distant relative than someone close. But Justin respected him more than anything else.

"We're here, Mr. Salvador!"

thought, Justin

stood an impressive traditional mansion in

not at all inferior to the Thompsons'

in awe, his mouth agape. "It seems Young Master Grant has been living pretty well abroad. This mansion must have cost a fortune, probably

his lips together, his childish competitiveness surfacing. "Nothing can compare

his blunder, lan scratched his head

even the smallest

car and respectfully opened the door for his

delicate fragrance of orchids enveloped him, soothing his tense mood. "Welcome, Mr. Justin. I'm sorry for not

cool, gentle female

his eyes to see a slender woman with delicate shoulders and an elegant figure, clad in a white lab coat,

Mr.

extended her hand to the man. "It's a pleasure to meet you,

and unreadable gaze, Justin stared

felt familiar to him. However, despite searching

"Likewise."

to be rude since she was associated with his brother, Justin shook her hand briefly, as if lingering any longer might cause a spark. "Mr.

"Alright."

Pet

him. "I'm sorry, but only M. Grant's family and guests are allowed inside. Your secretary will have to wait

lan looked worriedly

said, "lan, wait for me in