The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1632

As Justin thought of Bella, his lips quirked up with undisguised delight. “Could you please tell me the brand? When I return, I’d like to buy one for her.”

Clarice’s face was turned away. Her cheekbones subtly twitched, and her expression darkened.

“I’m afraid Mr. Salvador will have to return home disappointed. What I’m using is not perfume but incense made from a rare local fragrance in Meridan. It’s scarce here. Simply put, it’s not available for purchase.”

“Oh, I see.” Justin’s eyes flickered briefly, and he did not bother to ask about it further.

His reason for asking her was clear—he had smelled this scent before on Christopher.

During their numerous encounters, Justin had vaguely detected this orchid fragrance clinging to Christopher’s clothes.

It was identical to Clarice’s scent.

This woman claimed that it was not perfume but a rare incense from Meridan, something she could acquire perhaps through his elder brother’s favor.

How did Christopher obtain it then?

Did Christopher and Grant know each other?

Or was it just a coincidence?

Lost in thought, Justin arrived at a carved wooden door.

“Mr. Salvador, Mr. Grant is inside. Please come in,” Clarice said, stepping aside to let him pass.

As Justin stepped through the door, his breath deepened slightly.

“Cough… Justin, you’re finally here.”

Grant maneuvered his electric wheelchair out of the room. Upon seeing his younger brother, he broke into a relieved smile.

“Hey, Grant.” Justin hurried over to him.

Grant reached out to grab Justin’s hand, lifting his face to look at him intently, his clear eyes shining like stars. “It’s been over ten years since we last saw each other, right? I missed you a lot. Why did you look thinner than when we last video called from Grandpa’s house? Have you been very tired and busy lately?”

“I’m doing okay,” Justin replied warmly.

“No matter how busy you are, you must take care of your health. After all, you’re the Salvador Corporation’s president.”

Grant lowered his gaze as he coughed lightly, his pale cheeks flushing slightly. “Well, you’ve seen my condition now. As your elder brother, I can’t offer much help. The future of the Salvador Corporation rests solely on your shoulders.”

“Grant, please don’t say that.”