The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

As Justin thought of Bella, his lips quirked up with undisguised delight. "Could you please tell me the brand? When I return, I'd like to buy one for her."

Clarice's face was turned away. Her cheekbones subtly twitched, and her expression darkened.

"I'm afraid Mr. Salvador will have to return home disappointed. What I'm using is not perfume but incense made from a rare local fragrance in Meridan. It's scarce here. Simply put, it's not available for purchase."

"Oh, I see." Justin's eyes flickered briefly, and he did not bother to ask about it further.

His reason for asking her was clear he had smelled this scent before on Christopher.

During their numerous encounters, Justin had vaguely detected this orchid fragrance clinging to Christopher's clothes.

It was identical to Clarice's scent.

This woman claimed that it was not perfume but a rare incense from Meridan, something she could acquire perhaps through his elder brother's favor.

How did Christopher obtain it then?

Did Christopher and Grant know each other?

Or was it just a coincidence?

Lost in thought, Justin arrived at a carved wooden door.

"Mr. Salvador, Mr. Grant is inside. Please come in," Clarice said, stepping aside to let him pass.

Justin stepped through the door, his breath

you're

room. Upon seeing his younger

Justin hurried over to

at him intently, his clear eyes shining like stars. "It's been over ten years since we last saw each other, right? I missed you a lot. Why did you look thinner than when we last video called from

okay," Justin replied

you must take care of your health. After all, you're the Salvador

his gaze as he coughed lightly, his pale cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, you've seen my condition now. As your elder brother, I can't offer much help. The future of the Salvador Corporation rests solely on

please don't

Justin's throat tightened with

return to Savrow to recuperate at any time. If you ever recover and wish to rejoin the company, I'll welcome

meeting Grant, Justin had countless speculations and

looking at his crippled elder brother in the wheelchair, guilt flooded

when they were younger, Grant was so gallant

But now...

by internal injuries, frail and pale, seemingly

the tragedies stemmed from that

the one exiled in a foreign

two brothers

hands fluidly over the tea tray. It was

hands

smiled favorably. "Justin, thanks to Clarice's care and treatment, my health has improved slightly in recent years. She's my

say that. It's