The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Chapter 2443

In a matter of seconds, they were surrounded by a horde of menacing figures. The tension in the air gnawed at their nerves.

The scene unfolded in the underground parking lot of the Salvador Hotel.

It was the Salvador family's property. Every brick and stone of this establishment was built under Nigel's meticulous oversight. Among all the five-star hotels in Savrow, it had always been at the top of the rankings.

Yet today, on the occasion of a press conference, Grant seemed determined to turn the parking lot into a bloodbath. He truly was a madman and was beyond redemption.

"Ten for each of us?" Asher nudged Justin with his elbow, his dark eyes narrowing slightly." The press conference starts in ten minutes. Can you wrap this up in time?"

Justin's gaze was sharp and wild. His normally brooding eyes now had a dangerous light. " I'll take fifteen, you handle the other five."

"Why do I get so few?"noveldrama

Justin raised a brow and casually said, "You're the senior. As a junior, it's only right that I handle more."

Asher lowered his lashes briefly, managing a wry smile despite the tension.

"You're younger in seniority, not in years. Don't try to play the 'youth' card with me, Mr. Salvador."

Justin's expression grew more serious. He stopped joking around. "At the end of the day, this is a grudge between me and Grant. This is a Salvador family matter, and it was never my intention to drag everyone into this. I owe you all an apology."

Asher's deep, steady gaze remained fixed ahead. "We're family. No need to draw lines where there aren't any."

Justin's chest tightened. He turned to look at Asher, a surge of unspeakable emotion welling in his heart.

"Justin! I'm here!" A shout pierced through the suffocating tension, followed by the deafening roar of a sports car engine.

A sports car sped onto the scene, barreling through the crowd and scattering several men before pulling off an elegant drift.

The car came to a flawless stop directly in front of Justin and Asher.

The door swung open, and Ryan stepped out, moving with an effortless swagger.

He tilted his head slightly and rolled his shoulders, as if ready to rumble.

"Ryan..." Justin's eyes widened in disbelief, his chest tightening with emotion.

"Man, you always fall apart without me." Ryan flashed a carefree smile. "Isn't that right, Justin?"

Time was up. The press conference was about to begin.

In the backstage lounge, Grant sat on the sofa with his eyes closed as he quietly rested.

Clarice approached, offering him a cup of freshly brewed tea with both hands.

He accepted it, taking a moment to inhale its fragrance before sipping leisurely.

"That despicable Drew... How dare he hurt you like this! Your entrance could've been flawless," Clarice fumed, her voice trembling with anger.

"It doesn't matter. Sometimes, imperfection is its own kind of perfection," Grant replied calmly, swirling the tea in his cup.

"I gave them plenty of time, yet they're still not here. I'm beginning to wonder if I overestimated Justin's abilities."

Clarice sneered disdainfully. "What abilities? Any so-called ability he has is entirely thanks to the opportunities you handed him! If you hadn't stepped back and let him take the president's position, he'd never have known what it feels like to hold power. He should be eternally grateful to you!"

Grant frowned slightly. "Clarice, you're being too blunt."

"Sir, I may be blunt, but I'm not wrong."

"Hmm. Fair point."

Just then, Clarice's phone rang. She answered it, only for her face to pale instantly.

"Sir! It's bad news! Justin, Asher, and Ryan have stormed into the hotel parking lot!"

Grant's eyes darkened, turning cold and venomous. "Stop them. Use any means necessary."

Meanwhile, at Thompson Hospital...