The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant sat on the windowsill with his eyes closed, basking in the bright and warm sunlight.

His fair, refined features and chiseled jaw added a bewitching charm to him. If Bella had not known of his true nature, she too might have been thoroughly deceived by him.

"President Salvador." Bella walked up to him.

Grant slowly opened his eyes, lifted his chin, and met her gaze gently. "Ms. Thompson, are you ready to accept my suggestion?"

“Tell me the truth. Does this medicine have any side effects?" Bella's voice was hoarse, and the corners of her eyes tinged red as she continued, "I can't gamble with my father's life.”

Grant shook his head lightly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Thompson. I can only guarantee that your father will live. As for the rest, I can't promise you anything.”

Bella's slender fingers curled tightly.

"I know you don't trust me, but right now you have no other choice." Grant stared at her, his brown pupils like an unfathomable abyss. “Besides, my target has never been Chairman Thompson. Hurting him means nothing to me. Moreover, Chairman Thompson is your father. For your sake, I want him to get better too."

These pleasant words could not shake Bella's heart of steel.

"Then who is your target? Justin?" Bella asked coldly, refusing to acknowledge his sentiment.

"Justin is not my target. My target is the one who controls the Salvador Corporation."

Grant spoke evenly. "As long as he stays away from the Salvador Corporation and gives up the idea of being the heir, he and I can still be brothers."

herself, 'Yeah right, as if I'd

to speak with this man any further. His

from him,

compromise, and she felt humiliated

can see how things go, and if his condition improves, you can choose whether to continue

voice low and warm.

hours after Grant left the

Mila and two other madams arrived at the hospital, and they too

some trap, but at the moment, there was no better

Wyatt took the medicine, all his physical indicators stabilized. However, his brain activity was unusually restless, and he still needed to remain

outside the ward watching her father, her eyes brimming with

her side, placing his large hand on her trembling shoulder. "Bella, don't

in a low voice, "Could you give me one pill?

you want to take it to Arnold for research,

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nodded, his chest

breath. "I really

know he despises me and doesn't want to see me, but it's about Dad, I think he'll be willing."

Cartman said that if not for this medicine, Dad would have remained in a coma for a while longer and might have been brain dead. The situation was е extremely critical But now, Dad's condition is temporarily stable. If he

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