The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's unexpected arrival sent a ripple of tension through the conference room, freezing the air in an instant.

Across the table, Grant lifted his gaze slowly, his pitch-black eyes unfathomable. A chilling, oppressive aura surrounded him.

"Justin? Why are you here?" Gregory's voice held a note of shock, his brows knitting together.

Justin's lips curled into the barest hint of a smile polite yet distant.

"I may no longer be Salvador Corporation's president, but I am still a shareholder and a board member. My presence here is not only justified but necessary."

With that, he strode forward, each step deliberate, each movement exuding effortless control. Just as he passed behind Grant, he came to an abrupt halt. Then, without warning, he slammed his palm onto the back of Grant's chair. The sudden impact sent a tremor through Grant's body. "Isn't that right, brother?"

Grant's expression darkened, his fingers tightening into a fist beneath the table. Yet, after a brief pause, Grant forced a stiff smile. "You're a board member, after all. Even if you're no longer involved in daily operations, you have the right to be here. No one can deny that."

Justin took his seat, crossing one leg over the other. His gaze lowered slightly, exuding a quiet indifference, yet his presence commanded the entire room.

His voice was smooth yet laced with sharpness. "In that case, why was I not informed about this meeting?"

Grant chuckled, the sound low and unhurried. "Perhaps you should ask your secretary. If he failed to notify you of such an important meeting, that speaks to his lack of professionalism, don't you think?"

The tension in the room coiled tighter, the unspoken challenge between the two Salvador brothers hanging thick in the air.

Gregory's face stiffened. If this continued, the meeting would spiral into open warfare. He cleared his throat and shifted his gaze downward, steering the discussion back to the crisis at hand.

"The recent press conference stirred up significant repercussions for the company. While the situation has largely stabilized, I felt it necessary to convene this meeting to address matters openly."

a moment, his voice

confrontation at the press conference, but I believe there must have been some misunderstanding. Grant and Justin are brothers. When they were young, Grant even saved Justin's

fell over

lifting his gaze, casting a shadowed glance at Justin, who remained seated with effortless

striking features betrayed no emotion. He appeared completely unbothered, as though he were not the one being discussed but

quiet scoff. 'He certainly knows how

slowly before continuing, his throat unbearably dry despite the sip of water he had just

police investigation has been concluded. It was confirmed that the entire incident was orchestrated by the female doctor under Grant's command. She has confessed, and Grant himself had

weight of unspoken

grew deeper, each word deliberate. “So, I trust no one here will hold any lingering

The message was unmistakable.

He would stand by Grant, no

eldest son and the heir apparent. Even if the world turned against him, Gregory would

how flawless or extraordinary, would never receive the

No matter how fast one ran, some distances could never be closed. Still, appearances had to be

posture, his tone

now proceed with the vote on my eldest son, Grant, continuing his tenure as the president

he could finish, the doors to the

fell

eyes, including those of the Salvador family, turned toward the

later, every board

they stood almost in unison, buttoned

wheelchair was Nigel Salvador,