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.

through the door, his breath

you're

the room. Upon seeing his younger brother, he broke into a

hurried

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 Grandpa's house? Have

okay,"

matter how busy you are, you must take care of your health. After all, you're the Salvador

lightly, his pale cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, you've seen my condition now. As your elder brother, I can't offer much help. The

please don't say

Justin's throat tightened with

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

Grant, Justin had

this moment, looking at his crippled elder brother in the wheelchair,

Grant was so

But now...

by internal injuries, frail and pale, seemingly

the tragedies stemmed from that kidnapping

brother's bravery, the one exiled in a

tea room, the two brothers sat

moved her hands fluidly over

her hands intently, lost in

care and treatment, my health has improved slightly in recent years. She's my doctor,

It's