The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Chapter 2466

Salvador Corporation was his blood and sweat, too.

"He orchestrated everything-framed me for drug use and bribed my attending physician to give false testimony-just to bring me down. If he dared to strike against me today, what's stopping him from using even more ruthless, treacherous methods tomorrow?"

Seeing his father remain silent, Justin took a slow, deep breath, forcing down the anger surging within him.

"Fine. Even if you insist that my conflict with him is a family matter, Grant's reputation has already plummeted, and the stock price remains volatile. Even now, you're determined to protect him at all costs."

"Grant has explained everything to me. He wasn't aware of the bribery incident. It was his subordinate the female doctor-who acted behind his back. She has already been arrested. The negative rumors surrounding your brother will fade in time..."

Justin listened in silence, his heart tightening with every word. A bitter emotion rose in his throat, thick and suffocating.

He had lost his mother's love too early, and he had never dared to hope for love from his father. He was not one to dwell on sentimentality.

Yet, at this moment, he still wished-just once-that his father would stand by his side. But it seemed that even in death, that day would never come.

"If the outcome will be clear by dawn, why tell me in advance tonight? Do you see me as so weak that I can't even bear this much?"

Burying the deep disappointment within him, Justin offered a polite bow. Before leaving, he reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey and walked out of the study in silence.

As the door shut behind him, Gregory could no longer hold himself upright. His back slumped inch by inch, his hands covering his face as he rubbed it hard, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

The weight pressing down on him was unbearable, leaving him breathless.

It was the suffocating, inescapable feeling of failure.

Back then, in the courtroom, when Shannon was sentenced to death, he had realized he was a failed husband.

Now, he had no choice but to admit that he had also utterly failed as a father.

On his way back to his room, Justin ran into Paul.

"Young Master Justin." Paul bowed respectfully.

Justin pressed his lips together briefly before speaking in a low voice. "My father seems to be in a bad mood. He drank quite a bit of strong liquor. Check his blood pressure before he sleeps."

Paul's expression shifted, his eyes flickering with something unspoken. "Young Master Justin, I did not expect that at this point, you would be the one most concerned about

Chairman Salvador."

Justin caught the underlying meaning in those words but chose not to address it. Instead, he asked calmly, "Paul, you have been by my father's side for over twenty years. He trusts you more than he trusts me. If you have something to say, go ahead."

Paul clenched his teeth before letting out a hoarse sigh. "Young Master Justin, I know tonight's conversation with Chairman Salvador was difficult. But I hope you won't resent him for this he has his reasons."

Justin's gaze darkened. "What reasons?"

Paul bit his lip hard. After a pause, his voice turned raspy. "I'm sorry. I can't say. But still, I hope..."

"I have no reason to resent him." Justin met his gaze, calm and unwavering.

"First of all, he is the chairman of the company. The authority I hold comes from him. We are not just father and son-we are also superior and subordinate. As for his decision today, I can only say that I deeply regret it.

"Secondly, if this had been in the past, I might have taken your words into consideration. But now, power and status are no longer my priorities. What I truly wish for is for my father to live a long and healthy life."

With that, he offered a faint, unreadable smile and walked away with effortless ease.

Paul stood frozen in place, his fists clenching tightly.

*

The next morning in Salvador Corporation's conference room.

After the media press conference ignited a public outcry, an emergency board meeting was called to address the crisis.

Naturally, Grant-now drowning in scandal-became the center of discussion.

Grant glanced at the empty seat opposite him across the long conference table, the one that once belonged to Justin. A dark, twisted smile flickered across his face.noveldrama

So what if he was caught in a storm of controversy? So what if outsiders speculated about him?

Now that he had taken the president's seat, he would never fall from the throne.

At the head of the table, Gregory surveyed the board members, his gaze briefly sweeping past Justin's vacant chair before he spoke in a measured tone. "Now that everyone is here, let us begin="

Before he could finish, the conference room doors swung open.

Justin strode in, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his steps bold and effortless. His eyes concealed a sharp, blade-like intensity-so piercing that no one dared to meet his gaze.