The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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."
Justin's throat tightened with emotion. If you want, you can return to Savrow to recuperate at any time. If you ever recover and
wish to rejoin the company, I'll welcome you back with open arms."
Before meeting Grant, Justin had countless speculations and doubts.
But at this moment, looking at his crippled elder brother in the wheelchair, guilt flooded his heart.
Back when they were younger, Grant was so gallant and talented.
But now...
Justin saw only a man ravaged by internal injuries, frail and pale, seemingly fragile.

All the tragedies stemmed from that kidnapping incident.
If it were not for his elder brother's bravery, the one exiled in a foreign land, dependent on a wheelchair, would have been Justin.
In the tea room, the two brothers sat across from each other.
Clarice displayed her tea art gracefully. She moved her hands fluidly over the tea tray. It was a captivating sight.
Justin watched her hands intently, lost in thought.
Grant smiled favorably. "Justin, thanks to Clarice's care and treatment, my health has improved slightly in recent years. She's my
doctor, friend, and family."
"Sir, please don't say that. It's my honor to care for you."
Clarice's eyes were gentle as she pushed a cup of tea toward Justin. "Mr. Salvador, please have some tea."
Justin remained expressionless.
Suddenly, Grant chuckled. "Speaking of which, Clarice and you have quite a connection."
"A connection?"
"I remember you telling me that after graduating from the military academy, you joined the
peacekeeping forces and went to et

Kridor for international supplet anti-terrorism operations. Coincidentally, Clarice was also in Kridor at that time." Grant said,
glancing at Clarice.
Justin lowered his gaze. "Is that so? What a coincidence."
"Back then, Clarice worked for Doctor Without Borders in Kridor. It's possible that she has treated some of your comrades."
Doctor Without Borders?!
The casual remark triggered Justin's most sensitive nerve.
He abruptly looked at Clarice, his mind flashing to the brilliant, sparkling eyes of the little dove.