The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1833

“You won’t agree?” Gregory tugged at his lips coldly, his disdainful gaze nothing like that of a father looking at his son. “Justin, I’m not dead yet, but you’re already thinking of replacing my role? If I didn’t give you the chance, could you become the president of the Salvador Corporation? You’re getting too full of yourself.”

Facing Gregory’s mockery, Justin felt more worried for Carrie.

If Carrie’s marriage with Jason Solloway was set in stone, Justin found it hard to imagine what kind of crazy things Ryan would do upon finding out.

Perhaps he would choose to go down with the Solloways, or perhaps he would be devastated beyond recovery.

Carrie was not a girl like Bella, who had a heart of stone and the courage to fight back. She was always the family’s most obedient child, accepting whatever came her way.

Moreover, she was the one who wanted to break up with Ryan.

“Your brother is only sick, not dead. Don’t think that just because you’re the president and your grandfather dotes on you, you can rest easy and be arrogant. You even dared to oppose me and defied my decision again and again!” Gregory’s tone carried a hint of threat. “A few days ago, I visited Grant in Meridan, and his complexion looked much better.”

Justin’s brows furrowed, his dark and sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

“Grant told me that when he feels better, he will come home and reunite with us.” Gregory raised his chin, his words hidden with malice.

“Your grandfather and I have always valued the eldest most. Grant has merely been away from us for too long, being more or less estranged, so you had the chance to show off in front of your grandfather. When Grant comes home, your grandfather will naturally make it up to him out of guilt. At that time, think about whether the Salvador Corporation would still have a place for you!”

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Late at night, Ian came to see Justin with information about the Hoffman Group.

Clouds of mist swirled in the study as Justin’s calloused fingertips held a cigarette, flipping through the pages while frowning, his gaze deep and dark, laced with unreadable emotions.

Seeing that the ashtray was about to be full, Ian could not help sighing worriedly. “Mr. Salvador, I know you’re in a bad mood, but smoking while feeling depressed might kill your sperm…”

The man suddenly raised his eyes, glancing at Ian with an icy gaze. “Are you a sex expert now? Or a know-it-all?”

“Ahem… I don’t know. Forget I said anything.”

Ian sighed, “Young Madam hates the smell of smoke, and you know it. I’m afraid she will be mad at you when she smells it on you tonight.”

“I’m staying at Tideview Manor for a few days to accompany Carrie. I’ve told her about it.”

Justin recalled the image of his wife putting her hand on her hip, pursing her rosy lips as she pouted at him. His heart started pounding, and his body burned up.

How he wanted to immediately pull Bella into his arms, pin her beneath him, and engage in an intimate session...