The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1451

The corner of Gregory’s eye twitched, and his mind was in total turmoil. In the midst of all the chaos, he felt a deep sense of unease and fear.

“I... I don’t know what Mr. Justin meant,” Paul stammered as cold sweat rolled off his forehead. He found himself in a difficult situation. If he said anything wrong, he’d be in trouble.

“Earlier... Didn’t you say that Mary’s death might have been intentional? Why did Justin say it was Shannon’s doing? Does he have evidence? Does he?!”

“You should ask Mr. Justin. I really don’t know...”

Gregory let go of his hand, his shoulders drooping like heavy weights, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

His authoritative appearance when he arrived was completely gone. Gregory could accept, tolerate, and stoop to the lowest of lows, as Shannon had already trampled over all of his bottom line.

Although he had come to thoroughly despise that conniving woman, he had swallowed his pride, turned a blind eye, and played deaf time and time again, all for the sake of Salvador Corporation’s greater good and for the honor of his chairmanship.

But he could not accept the fact that Shannon might have been involved in Mary’s death.

Gregory was in denial, telling himself that Justin only said those things out of anger to make him feel guilty and add to his distress.

Seeing Gregory in such agony, Paul cautiously asked, “Chairman Salvador, do you want me to...”

“No need! Don’t do anything!”

Gregory clutched Paul’s arm with a tremble, his eyes filled with panic. “The trial is starting soon, and there’s still so much for you to take care of. Stay focused! Getting through the current challenges at Salvador Corporation is the top priority right now!”

Paul understood what he meant.

With Shannon’s case about to go to trial, the media had been flooded with negative information about her. As the wife of the Salvador Corporation’s chairman, it was inevitable that some of the sparks would splash onto Gregory, affecting the company’s reputation.

“What about the press conference I asked you to arrange earlier? How’s that going?” Gregory steadied his mind. His suit was already soaked through with sweat.

“Everything has been arranged. The press conference will be held tomorrow afternoon at 3:00 p.m. as scheduled.”

Gregory nodded, his gaze complex and melancholic as he looked toward Mary’s grave, his fingers curling tightly and his nails biting into his palms.