The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Chapter 2472

The board meeting concluded, and the members dispersed.

News spread like wildfire. Grant Salvador had secured his presidency, while Bella Thompson had officially joined the board of directors.

After the meeting, Bella accompanied Nigel back to Crescent Bay. Justin, however, stayed behind to handle company matters. With Ian following closely, he strode toward the chairman's office. His starry eyes were sharp, and his presence was unwavering.

"Hey, hey! Bella's on the board now. Does that mean she's siding with Justin to take down our new president?"

In a secluded corner, hushed voices whispered. "I heard they haven't been seen together for a long time. They probably broke up. But at the last press conference, Bella openly went against President Grant. She looked ready to stand by Justin's side. So, are they together or not?"

"For people like them, business comes first. Even if they broke up, they can still be allies. No one turns their back on benefits."

"But I thought they were true love..."

"True love? In a family like that? Don't make me laugh! Besides, I don't think Bella joined the board for Justin's sake."

Justin's steps faltered. His brows drew together, and a shadow passed over his gaze.

"Think about it. Who holds the real power in Salvador Corporation? Grant. Even after that massive PR crisis, his position is unshaken. That means both Chairman Salvador and Old Master Nigel are protecting him. Justin's already out of the running with no chance of inheriting the corporation."

Oblivious to the impending storm, the employee continued with growing excitement.

"Bella broke up with Justin. She has her own family's interests to consider. In the end, she'll align with the stronger side. Unless, she's hopelessly in love. But that wouldn't make sense, right? They already-"

"Ahem!" Ian cleared his throat loudly to interrupt the conversation.

The gossipers froze. Their bodies stiffened against the wall, and their faces drained of color as they held their breath.noveldrama

"Quite free, huh?" Ian's voice was icy. "Should I bring you some sunflower seeds so you can snack while you talk?"

He closed the distance between them, his gaze locking onto the most talkative employee." You're fired. Someone from HR will escort you out this afternoon. Don't bother coming in tomorrow."

The employee's face turned ghostly pale. "Why?!"

Ian's expression didn't waver. "Because you said things you shouldn't have and discussed people you had no right to discuss. The company's policy is clear. There is no gossip about the Salvador family allowed in public spaces. It's in your contract."

"This is unfair!" The employee's furious gaze darted to Justin, though his complaint was aimed at Ian.

"Grant Salvador is the president now! He's the rightful heir to Salvador Corporation! You're not even the president's secretary anymore. You have no right to fire me! This is an abuse of power!"

"No right?" Justin finally spoke.

His lips curved slightly, though his starry eyes remained cold, void of emotion. "I'm a major shareholder of Salvador Corporation. I am a Salvador. That alone gives me the authority to deal with you. If you disagree, take it up with Grant. See whose decision he follows-yours or mine."

The employee's face burned red with shame. Defeated, he turned and slinked away like a stray dog. The remaining gossipers scattered in silence.

Ian seethed. "Bastards. They're just waiting to kick you while you're down."

Justin's gaze remained steady. "That's just an outsider's perspective. I don't see myself at a disadvantage."

Lifting his chin, his presence sharp and unshakable, he strode forward.

At that moment, Grant approached from the other direction, his secretary trailing behind. When they met, both stopped.

"Justin." Grant's smile was laced with amusement, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I remember you always kept business and personal matters separate. You never concerned yourself with trivial gossip and were always lenient with your subordinates. What changed?"

His voice dipped, slow and deliberate. "Did losing power so suddenly make you lose your patience, too? I get it. To you, this must be humiliating. You've fallen from grace, and now you're lashing out at employees to vent your frustration. But to others..." He chuckled softly, his gaze gleaming with mockery. "It just makes you look bitter, like you can't accept that you lost to me."