The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 883

Chapter 883 

At that instant, lan rushed out of the meeting room and intercepted 

them again. 

“Mr. Thompson, while we welcome your presence, don’t you think it’s 

inappropriate, both ethically and legally, to resort to violence against 

our staff?” 

Ignoring lan’s words, Asher countered with a question. “Should I wait 

for Justin Salvador to come out, or should I just barge in?” 

lan’s anger surged, his expression darkening. “I’m sorry, but Mr. 

Salvador is currently in a meeting. He won’t be able to see you. 

Please leave!” 

Asher smirked slightly and advanced toward him. 

lan’s internal alarm bells rang as he extended his arms to block Asher 

“Ah!” 

In the blink of an eye, Asher swiftly made his move. Before lan co even comprehend what was happening, Asher twisted his arm to t 

back and forcefully flung him aside. 

lan crashed to the ground. His arm was dislocated! 

He clenched his teeth in pain as sweat beaded his forehead. He 

watched Asher and Steven push open the door and enter the 

conference room. 

Inside the conference room, the mood was solemn. 

Justin, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, exuded a commanding présence. His handsome figure resembled that of an emperor presiding over his court. 

The executives below him listened attentively as he calmly outlined the agenda for the upcoming work. 

However, despite his authoritative demeanor, the sudden intrusion of 

Asher and Steven drew the attention of everyone in the room. 

Everyone in the room was shocked and exchanged bewildered 

glances. 

Everyone present-recognized the intruders. 

Though Justin was aware of their presence, he chose to ignore them, continuing to read from the report in his hands. 

“Justin, let’s talk.” Asher’s eyes were cold and stern. 

Asher’s cold and direct address cut through the tension, disregardin 

Justin’s status. 

Justin paused briefly, meeting Asher’s stern gaze with calm resol 

“Let’s call it a day. We’ll continue tomorrow. Meeting adjourned.” 

With those words, the other executives stood up in unison, leaving the 

trio alone in the conference room. 

The silence in the room turned into tension. 

“Asher, you can go ahead and say what you have to say now,” Justin said calmly, his emotions concealed. 

Asher was already seething with anger. Seeing Justin’s seemingly indifferent attitude only fueled his rage further. 

He was unaware that Justin was still recovering from his illness, 

barely able to sit through the meeting with sheer willpower and 

medication. 

Justin was utterly drained, and his back was drenched in cold sweat. 

“Justin, you did something to my sister.” Asher’s tone turned frosty, 

and his presence was intimidating. 

Upon hearing this, Steven’s eyes flashed with rage, turning bloodshot. ‘ Did something? What does that mean? Did Justin really harass Ms. Thompson? How could he?! How dare he even consider such a thing?! 

Steven felt an unprecedented wave of anguish, as if someone were 

strangling him and depriving him of air. 

Justin’s breath caught in his throat. His fingers slowly clenched on 

the tabletop. His eyes were burning intensely. “I’ll take responsibil 

If she’s willing to, she remains my wife.” 

Then, as if he had suddenly transformed into another person, he 

chuckled bitterly and somewhat nervously. “But I believe she would