Ch. 1941..1950

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1941-"Mr. Salvador," Clarice said as she stood up and walked over to him with a bright smile. "Ms. Amaryllis."

"There was an injured little animal at your place, so I treated it without asking first. I hope that didn't break any of the Salvador family rules." Clarice spoke in a soft, gentle tone, her voice carrying a subtle, captivating lilt as her eyes shone with affection.

Justin's expression remained cold and distant. "No, not at all. Ms. Amaryllis, helping an injured animal is a kind thing to do. We should be thanking you instead."

"When I was working as a doctor for Doctors Without Borders in Kridor, I would treat the wounds of injured soldiers and civilians. I didn't think this skill would come in handy with small animals too," Clarice said with a light sigh and a shake of her head.

Justin's intense gaze suddenly flickered with emotion as old memories flooded his mind. For a moment, those distant, hazy recollections wrapped around him like a soft, misty veil.

Years ago, while on a dangerous mission infiltrating a terrorist group in Kridor, he was gravely injured, slashed on the arm, and shot in the leg. He barely survived, and it was "Little Dove" who courageously tended to his wounds and ensured his safe return to camp, ultimately saving his leg.

"Ugh… What's going on? I'm suddenly feeling dizzy." Clarice frowned, her slim figure swaying unsteadily.

In the next second, she unexpectedly collapsed toward Justin.

Justin snapped back to reality, but it was too late.

"Hey! Ms. Amaryllis, be careful!"

Fortunately, at that moment, lan rushed over just then and caught Clarice, steadying her. Justin quickly stepped back, keeping his distance.

"Thank you," Clarice said, her fingers curling slightly as a cold look flashed in her eyes.

"Ms. Amaryllis, you have been traveling with my brother and looking after him.

That must have been tiring. You should get some rest," Justin said sternly before turning and walking away. "Ms. Amaryllis, would you like me to take you to rest?" lan offered, still playing the good Samaritan.

"No need. I'm not that fragile," Clarice snapped, shoving him away irritably.

lan scratched his head, puzzled. Just moments ago, she seemed too weak to stand, but now she was pushing him with surprising force.

After the family dinner, Justin accompanied Nigel back to Crescent Bay, while Grant and Clarice remained at Tideview Manor. Even though he had been gone for over ten years, his room at Tideview Manor was still well-maintained and cleaned weekly.

"Sir, it seems that Chairman Salvador still thinks highly of you. You don't have to worry about it anymore," Clarice said, handing Grant some water and medicine.

Grant's long, pale fingers sifted through the assortment of pills. He replied, "But Grandpa is still suspicious of me."

"He's just a dying old man. Even if he wanted to, he's too weak to do anything.

Besides, you're his oldest grandson. How could he hurt you?" Clarice said with a dismissive look.

'The recent incidents involving Shannon's daughters have made Gregory reassess the relationship between him and my brother," Grant said, popping a pill into his mouth. "If I hadn't returned this time to remind Gregory that I'm still around, the whole thing could've gotten out of hand."

Clarice knelt before him, gazing up at him adoringly. "You are a wise man, sir.” Grant smiled and patted her cheek as one would with a pet.

"By the way, Christopher heard you had come back and got in touch with me.

He'd like to meet you."

Grant leaned back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Foolish. Who knows how many people are scoretly keeping an eye on us? He shouldn't act recklessly. You tested my brother tonight. How did he react to you?"

Clarice hesitated before shaking her head in frustration. "Justin is singleminded. When he falls in love, he only has eyes for that person, leaving no space for anyone else."

'It doesn't matter. That makes it all the more interesting." Grant reopened the box on the table, pulling out the hairpin and twirling it in the moonlight. Suddenly, his expression darkened, and he snapped the jade hairpin in half. One day, I'll make sure you won't be able to refuse me again."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1942-On the way back to Crescent Bay, lan drove while Matt sat in the front seat.

In the backseat, Nigel and Justin sat quietly. They usually had endless things to talk about, but tonight, they were particularly silent.

Seeing that he was almost home, Nigel let out a sigh and placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder. "Justin, I know that Grant took things too far tonight and made you upset."

"Grandpa, I'm fine," Justin replied with a faint smile, his features in the dim light projecting an indescribable allure yet cold as ice.

"Justin, don't take it to heart." Nigel comforted him again.

"He's my elder brother and even saved my life when we were young, so I owe him a great debt. I'll let it slide this time," Justin said, implying that he would not put up with it happening again.

He was Bella's husband, not a pushover! He could not stand the thought of any man trying to win over Bella.

"Grant won't stay long this time. He'll return to Meridan in a few days. In the future, try to keep Bella away from where he is. Bella is such an outstanding girl.

Countless men will find her incredibly attractive and captivating. No matter how cool and controlled men act on the outside, deep down, they've got a restless side. Especially men from our Salvador family, when they meet someone they like, they can't care less about ethics and principles. Your muddle-headed father is an example," Nigel said, shaking his head continuously.

Gregory, on the other end, probably couldn't stop sneezing.

"Grandpa, love isn't about controlling or restricting someone; it's about mutual understanding and being there for each other," Justin said firmly, his long lashes casting subtle shadows that hinted at his emotions. "Bella just needs to be herself, free and unrestricted. I can protect her, and I'm confident no one can come between us."

"Silly child, human nature is so complex. You can't feel safe just because your relationship is going well right now! Look at Carrie and Ryan. Didn't they have an amazing relationship? Yet, they suffered so much, and Ryan almost lost his life just to be with Carrie."

"Grandpa, you seem to have a lot on your mind tonight. What's bothering you?"

Justin couldn't help but furrow his brow in confusion.

Nigel took a deep breath, his voice heavy. "In any case, you and your wife should try to avoid crossing paths with your elder brother. If Grant ever moves back to Savrow, no matter what he does, don't go up against him directly. Avoid direct conflicts."

Justin's expression turned cold and solemn as he slowly said, "Grandpa, you know I'm not the type to shy away from a fight or be afraid of trouble. It's true my brother saved me, but that doesn't mean I'll always let him win and let him walk all over me. In the future, if he does something I cannot tolerate, even if my father supports him, I won't hold back my anger."

Nigel's cheeks flushed as he said, "To achieve great things, one must endure what others cannot."

Justin's eyes grew dark as he asked, "What if my brother asked me to step down from the president's role and hand it over to him?"

The air in the car became heavy and tense as Matt and lan sat up straight, hardly daring to even breathe, feeling the strain between the grandfather and grandson.

Nigel slowly tightened his fingers, his words heavy. “Then you must still avoid direct confrontation with your brother. As long as I am here, he won't become the heir. My chosen successor has always been you! “ "Grandpa…"

"Deal with problems as they come. If your brother truly wants the position of president, I'll take care of it. I don't want to see my most beloved grandson in an awkward spot."Nigel squeezed his hand firmly and said, "Listen to Grandpa. A wise man bids their time and strikes when the moment is right."

After sending Nigel home, Justin headed toward Bella's villa.

On the way back to Crescent Bay, lan drove while Matt sat in the front seat.

In the backseat, Nigel and Justin sat quietly. They usually had endless things to talk about, but tonight, they were particularly silent.

Seeing that he was almost home, Nigel let out a sigh and placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder. "Justin, I know that Grant took things too far tonight and made you upset."

"Grandpa, I'm fine," Justin replied with a faint smile, his features in the dim light projecting an indescribable allure yet cold as ice.

"Justin, don't take it to heart." Nigel comforted him again.

"He's my elder brother and even saved my life when we were young, so I owe him a great debt. I'll let it slide this time," Justin said, implying that he would not put up with it happening again.

He was Bella's husband, not a pushover! He could not stand the thought of any man trying to win over Bella.

"Grant won't stay long this time. He'll return to Meridan in a few days. In the future, try to keep Bella away from where he is. Bella is such an outstanding girl.

Countless men will find her incredibly attractive and captivating. No matter how cool and controlled men act on the outside, deep down, they've got a restless side. Especially men from our Salvador family, when they meet someone they like, they can't care less about ethics and principles. Your muddle-headed father is an example," Nigel said, shaking his head continuously.

Gregory, on the other end, probably couldn't stop sneezing.

"Grandpa, love isn't about controlling or restricting someone; it's about mutual understanding and being there for each other," Justin said firmly, his long lashes casting subtle shadows that hinted at his emotions. "Bella just needs to be herself, free and unrestricted. I can protect her, and I'm confident no one can come between us."

Silly child, human nature is so complex. You can't feel safe just because your relationship is going we'll right now! Look at Carrie and Ryan. Didn't they have an amazing relationship? Yet, they suffered so much, and Ryan almost lost his life just to be with Carrie."

"Grandpa, you seem to have a lot on your mind tonight. What's bothering you?"

Justin couldn't help but furrow his brow in confusion.

Nigel took a deep breath, his voice heavy. "In any case, you and your wife should try to avoid crossing paths with your elder brother. If Grant ever moves back to Savrow, no matter what he does, don't go up against him directly. Avoid direct conflicts."

Justin's expression turned cold and solemn as he slowly said, "Grandpa, you know I'm not the type to shy away from a fight or be afraid of m trouble. It's true my brother saved me, but that doesn't mean I'll always let him win and let him walk all over me. In the future, if he does something I cannot tolerate, even if my father supports him, I won't hold back my anger."

Nigel's cheeks flushed as he said, "To achieve great things, one must endure what others cannot."

Justin's eyes grew dark as he asked, "What if my brother asked me to step down from the president's role and hand it over to him?"

The air in the car became heavy and tense as Matt and lan sat up straight, hardly daring to even breathe, feeling the strain between the grandfather and grandson.

Nigel slowly tightened his fingers, his words heavy. “Then you must still avoid direct confrontation with your brother. As long as I am here, he won't become the heir. My chosen successor has always been you! “ "Grandpa…"

Deal with problems as they come. If your brother truly wants the position of president, I'll take care of it. I don't want to see my most beloved grandson in an awkward spot. "Nigel squeezed his hand firmly and said, 'Listen to Grandpa. A wise man bids their time and strikes when the moment is right."

After sending Nigel home, Justin headed toward Bella's villa.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1943-Justin gazed gloomily out the window as he reflected on Nigel's heartfelt lessons. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt.

For some reason, he always sensed that Nigel harbored a deep fear of Grant.

His repeated warnings, the way he seemed willing to sacrifice everything to protect him-why did it feel like Grant was no longer just a man? He seemed more like a bloodthirsty beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

lan suddenly cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Salvador, that was a close call tonight."

He noticed that Justin was in a bad mood and tried to change the subject.

"What?"

"You almost lost your virtue!" lan exclaimed.

"Lost what?" Justin's brow furrowed.

"At the garden earlier, Ms. Amaryllis almost threw herself at you. Luckily, I was quick and showed up just in time to prevent any improper interactions and save your reputation!" lan raised his chin, looking pleased with himself.

Save his reputation?

Justin looked at his insufferable expression and felt the urge to knock some sense into him.

"Even if you hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have had any contact with any woman other than Bella," Justin said as he closed his eyes, his handsome face cold and indifferent. "Do I really seem that untrustworthy?"

"Well, as they say, it's hard to stop a shameless woman from seducing a loyal gentleman."

Justin's face grew dark with anger.

"Even the most loyal man can't resist the seduction of a woman when they get the chance," lan continued, oblivious to the trouble he was in. "Tideview Manor is not like your private residence with the Young Madam. Gossip travels fast here. If word got out that you had any interaction with Ms. Amaryllis tonight, the Young Madam might hear about it, and she might not let you stay with her tonight."

Justin's eyes flashed with anger as he kicked the back of lan's chair. "Tell me, who's the man that got seduced here?"

lan gulped nervously, feeling lost for words.

"If you can't explain it, say goodbye to your bonus this month."

lan immediately bowed his head and said, "Mr. Salvador, you're absolutely right.

I was mistaken. My mind got a little scrambled, and I made a bad analogy. It won't happen again, I promise!"

Justin smiled faintly, though his eyes remained dark.

"Over the next few days, look into Ms. Amaryllis's background. Check into her employment history and verify whether she really worked with Doctor Without Borders in Kridor."

Late at night, Bella was still awake, her mind occupied with thoughts of Justin.

Seated on the living room sofa, she took out several pieces of exquisite jewelry from her personal collection.

Under the soft glow of the lamp, Bella delicately handled each piece, carefully polishing them with a soft velvet cloth.

Among them were pieces she had designed herself-priceless works that no amount of money could purchase.

She also had private collections she'd acquired at auctions. From ornate jade bangles to exquisitely cut rubies, each piece was a stunning work of art that evoked admiration and jealousy. Bella carefully placed the jewelry back into their boxes with a bright smile on her face.

These luxurious pieces were prepared for Carrie. Bella had beenn Loking forward to the day Carrie would get married, so she could give her the wedding gifts in person.

Thinking about the image of Carrie and Ryan gazing at each other with such fondness brought a mix of joy and sorrow to Bella, her eyes welling up and a bittersweet feeling Swelling in her chest.

Things had finally settled down this time.

No one would ever come between these two lovers from now on.

As she finished straightening up, the door to the room was quietly opened.

"Justin!"

Bella's sadness disappeared when she saw Justin's tall frame. Her eyes gleamed with a bright, lively sparkle.

Justin asked, "Bella, it's so late. Why are you still awake?" He felt surprised as he had entered quietly,

hoping not to disturb her. But he didn't expect that she would still be awake "You need to attend the Hoffman family's funeral tomorrow early in the morning. You sleepyhead, will you be able to wake up in the morning?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1944-"I couldn't fall asleep since you hadn't returned home yet." Bella rushed to Justin's side, eager to assist him, as she helped him remove his suit and loosen his tie. Her nose curiously sniffed his collar. "Hmm? You didn't have any drinks tonight?"

"My older brother isn't well, so he doesn't drink. We only had tea tonight."

Justin's left arm slid around her waist as his right hand worked on the buttons of his shirt. In a deep voice tinged with warmth and guilt, he continued, "I was chatting with Grandpa for a bit, and that's why I'm late. Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"What's wrong? You seem so low on energy tonight, like a poor little puppy."

Bella gently traced her fingers along his lovely eyes, her expression turning gentle. "Did your brother bully you? Did he give you a hard time?"

Suddenly, Bella's tone shifted. Pouting angrily, she declared, "If he dares to mess with you, I'll flip his wheelchair over! If he tries to bully my man, I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life crippled!"

Justin, who had been holding back his feelings, could no longer control himself.

His eyes turned red, and he gazed at her intensely.

Without saying a word, he swept her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Bella was gently lowered onto the bed by his tall frame. Her partially opened silk robe gradually fell off her as they moved together. Justin's breath quickened, his gaze fiery and intense, drawing her in deeper as she burned with longing.

Her neck was covered in red marks from his kisses as his skilled hands caressed her sensitive areas.

He gently massaged her, causing her whole body to feel like it was melting into the bed, wet and out of control.

Their overwhelming passion had momentarily made Justin forget about his worries.

After multiple orgasms, Bella was finally exhausted, lying on the bed with no strength left to even turn over.

Bella nearly drifted off and murmured weakly, "What happened tonight… You're so crazy…"

They clung to each other, his large hand covering the back of her hand, their fingers intertwined.

His lips traced slowly across her shoulder blades, leaving behind his saliva.

"Bella, I will protect you. I will definitely protect you. No one will ever lay a hand on you."

The following morning, Wilma, aware that Justin and Bella were attending a funeral that day, had woken up early to prepare a hearty breakfast.

To let his beloved wife rest a bit longer, Justin brought the breakfast tray to their room and hand-fed her.

She was extremely pampered.

"Alright, alright, you're feeding me too slowly. I'll do it myself." Bella took the cup and drank the entire glass of milk in one go. There was a trace of milk at the corner of her mouth. Justin watched this and, in a husky voice, asked, "Was it good?"

"It was okay, hmm…"

Before she could finish her sentence, he leaned in and kissed her lips, tenderly licking away the remaining milk.

"And compared to last night?" Justin asked in a low, playful tone, his eyes darkening with amusement.

Bella flushed a deep red, recalling the thrilling yet embarrassing events of the previous evening.

Flustered and annoyed, she lightly pounded his chest. "You're hopeless!

Perverted rascal!" she retorted.

Seeing her so embarrassed and upset, Justin could no longer tease her. Even though he had enjoyed last night's activities, he now regretted them. n. His own pleasure wasn't the priority. He just wanted her to feel happy and comfortable in their intimate moments.

By the way, there's something I forgot to tell you." Justin took a napkin and gently wiped Bella's lips, speaking in a casual manner.

Bethany has completely lost it. She went into shock due to excessive bleeding yesterday and had to be rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1945-Bella shrugged. "I get that she's crazy. She's never been normal to begin with.

But how did she lose so much blood?" Bella leaned in, pressing her lips to his palm.

"I heard that Bethany would laugh and curse at her cellmates every day in the detention center. She claimed to everyone that she was the daughter of the wealthy Salvador family and that her father was the chairman of the Salvador Corporation. Despite being beaten frequently, she seemed to become more excited the more they punished her."

Justin was so captivated by Bella's cute face that he felt his heart soften. He couldn't resist gently tracing his fingertips along her lips, which were stained by milk.

"She's really a lunatic with sky-high ambitions," Bella said with a cold smile.

"The other night, Bethany had another outburst. She cut her hand and smeared the blood on the other cellmates' faces, leaving a bloody mess all over the walls.

That's why she ended up losing so much blood."

"Perhaps she's only half insane. She still remembers that she has AIDS and intentionally uses this method to disgust and get back at them." Bella's gaze grew somber, her eyes flashing with a cruel coldness. "But her madness doesn't bother me. I was just thinking about how to handle her. If we go through the normal legal process, Bethany would only be sentenced to a maximum of three to five years for assault. But if she's declared mentally insane, she can rot in a mental hospital for the rest of her life, holding onto her delusions of being a rich heiress!"

The Hoffman family had experienced a devastating loss with the passing of Logan, and the family members had turned against each other, leaving Ryan to shoulder the heavy burden of their tragic downfall all on his own.

It was the day of Logan's funeral.

However, the funeral proceeded smoothly thanks to his diligent preparations.

Logan was once a legendary and influential figure, but it was truly unfortunate that such a thing had happened to him.

Despite his significant status, the funeral turnout was sparse, with most attendees being old friends from his past. However, his underworld associates were loyal to their code of brotherhood and still came to pay their respects.

Even though the Hoffman family was shunned by most people, the funeral itself maintained a grand and impressive scale.

As Logan's eldest grandson, Ryan wore a simple black suit. He carried his grandfather's portrait as he walked solemnly in the funeral procession. His deep, intense gaze was unwavering, and his steps were weighed down with sorrow.

Overwhelming grief often numbed the heart and left one's expression pale and detached.

Prior to the funeral, malicious media articles had already surfaced online, questioning the Hoffman family's reputation and doubting Ryan's ability with his playboy background, to achieve anything significant as the new leader.

Fortunately, the Salvador and Thompson families had Ryan's back, with Justin and Bella by his side the whole time to represent their families and give him the support he needed to maintain their dignity.

Ryan was the only representative from the Hoffman family at the funeral. Even with all the criticism, his strong presence and intense gaze kept any vultures at bay who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

The mourning hall was solemn and respectful, with friends and loved ones offering flowers and emotional farewells to the elderly man who had built the Hoffman family empire from scratch.

Bella and Justin stood off to the side, watching the rather sparse. crowd with growing frustration.

Having been to many high-class funerals with her father, Bella couldn't help but notice the lack of attendees, given the Hoffman family's standing as one of the four most prominent families. Those sycophants clearly looked down on Ryan. They were convinced that Ryan would only lead the Hoffman family further into their downfall.

At that moment, a series of footsteps approached the mourning hall.

"Chairman Iverson and President Iverson of the Iverson Group have arrived!"

Justin and Bella frowned as the Iverson father and son approached.] Ryan's eyes narrowed , his stare icy and unwavering as he focused on the pair making their way toward him.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1946-From the moment Christopher entered, his gaze was filled with desire, deeply embedded in Bella, unable to be pulled away.

"Disgusting." Bella cursed under her breath, turning her eyes away in revulsion.

Justin's gaze at Christopher was chilling. He suppressed his anger as he tightly held Bella's soft hand in his.

Christopher's uncontrollable gaze, which had originally fallen on Bella's face, shifted inch by inch, finally settling on their tightly clasped hands.

His eyes were cold, but his lips suddenly curled into a playful, unintended smile.

In the midst of the mournful atmosphere, Christopher's smile was so glaring and provocative.

Ryan naturally noticed as well, clenching his fists so tightly that they cracked.

If this were not the mourning hall, if it were not to let his grandfather depart peacefully, he would have rushed up to smash Christopher's insidious face.

"Young Master Hoffman, my condolences."

Lance stepped forward with a regretful expression, extending his hand to Ryan.

"Oh no, I should address you as Chairman Hoffman now."

Ryan stared coldly at Lance's insincere face, unmoving. "I don't recall inviting your Iverson family to the funeral."

Lance felt a surge of anger at the insult, but, as the head of the Iverson family, he barely managed to keep his composure, not wanting to argue with the deceased family.

"As one of the four great families, I have known Logan for many years. Even if you did not invite me, I should come to see him off for the sake of old times."

"Old times? What old times do my grandfather and you share?"

Ryan's pale lips moved slightly, forming a smile that did not reach his eyes.

"Besides, my grandfather might not have wanted to see you either."

Everyone was shocked, glancing at the Iverson father and son.

This blunt attack infuriated Lance to the point of nearly exploding. His face reddened, and just as he was about to speak, Christopher cut him off.

"Mr. Hoffman, regardless of the past grievances between our families, this is the late Chairman Hoffman's funeral.

The deceased should be respected. We came to pay ou respects with good intentions. Why must you be so aggressive?"

As he spoke, Christopher looked around the cold, empty mourning hall with a mocking smile. "But it seems that Logan did not make many friends in the business world. Looking around, it is just a rabble, a mix of lowly people, truly unpresentable.

"The Iversons are willing to come and see him off. If you turn away the few business acquaintances you have, how will others befriend or do business with the Hoffman family in the future?" Bella bit her teeth, wishing to rush up and slap Christopher's despicable face.

If not for Justin pinching her slender waist tightly, she might have started a fight with the Iverson family in the mourning hall.

Ryan's sharp eyes were filled with anger, and his stomach ached faintly from the rage.

He was never one to avoid conflict, but this was his grandfather's funeral, the first major event he managed after taking over the

Hoffman family. If he let Christopher provoke him now, it would make the outside world think he was still the rash, impatient second-generation heir, only allowing people to mock the Hoffman family.

No matter what, he must not lose control!

Just as Lance was secretly pleased, thinking his son had regained their dignity, a powerful voice sounded from behind.

Logan has no friends in the business world? Who is spouting such nonsense, making a fool of com themselves?" Christopher's gaze turned cold. He slowly turned around with a wolf-like gaze, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. Everyone was surprised, simultaneously looking toward the door.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1947-Bella heard the familiar voice, gripping Justin's hand so tightly that it turned red, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Wyatt… It's Wyatt!"

"Uncle Wyatt?!" Justin's handsome face showed a look of astonishment.

At that moment, a group of people, dressed in black formal attire, solemnly entered the mourning hall.

Wyatt, leading the group with an imposing presence, drew all eyes to him. But it was not just him; Mila, Celeste, and Sasha, as well as Asher and Axel, came as well, representing the Thompson family. It was rare for half of the Thompson

family to appear together, showing the importance they placed on Logan's funeral.

"Dad!" Bella's eyes were teary as she immediately went up to support her father.

Justin, seeing the reunion of the father and daughter, slightly curled his thin lips into a smile, but he did not step forward to offer his presence, instead silently standing in place, watching over them. "What are you doing? I am not in my seventies or eighties. My health is fine!"

Wyatt's heart warmed at the sight of his beloved daughter, but he scolded her playfully, "If you hold me up like this, others will think I am half paralyzed!"

Bella snorted but did not let go of her father's arm. "Why didn't you tell me in advance? I thought you couldn't come."

"It was just me worrying for nothing. I thought that with the few of us, along with Asher and Axel, coming, it would show enough sincerity without dragging your father all the way back from overseas. But your father insisted on coming back personally to see Chairman Hoffman off, to feel at ease," Mila sighed helplessly.

"It is not needless worrying, Aunt Mila. Don't say that. I know you care about this old man." Bella, seeing that Wyatt looked much better than before he went overseas foro recuperation, finally felt relieved.

Seeing the honored guests arrive, Ryan felt a surge of emotions, his eyes moist as he stepped forward.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. "Chairman Thompson, thank you so much for coming…"

"Silly child, just call me 'Uncle Wyatt'. Calling me 'Chairman Thompson' feels so distant."

Wyatt patted his shoulder kindly.

"You have just taken full control of the Hoffman Group. In the future, if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask your Uncle Wyatt. Our KS Group will support you fully."

Ryan tightly pressed his lips together, nodding gratefully.

Seeing how much Wyatt favored Ryan, Christopher's heart burned with a jealous rage, his fists clenched and trembling under the refined crystal cuffs.

Once upon a time, he was the one who could openly call that old man "Uncle Wyatt".

Back then, Ryan did not even catch Wyatt's attention!

Mr. Iverson, what were those absurd words you said earlier?" Wyatt's om sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze at Christopher was intimidating.

Christopher gritted his teeth hard, speechless.

"Hmph, you dared to say it just now. Why do you not dare to admit it now?"

Wyatt arrogantly curled his lips into a mocking smile. "Mr. Iverson, I don't know if I should call you ignorant or shortsighted. How could you say something as baseless as claiming the Hoffman family has no friends in the business world?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1948-"Even if you don't understand human relationships, you should have enough common sense at your age. Can't you see that my daughter and Mr. Salvador are Ryan's closest friends?"

The boomerang of karma from his words came so suddenly that Christopher was left speechless, his face pale and burning with shame and anger!

Wyatt had just recovered from a serious illness and rushed back from abroad to support the Hoffman family. Who would dare to look down on Ryan after this?

"Chris, let's go!" Lance, knowing that engaging in a verbal battle with his old friend would be futile, stormed out with a dark expression.

Christopher adjusted his glasses with his fingertips and followed his father out.

At that moment, without turning his head, Wyatt raised his voice.

"In the presence of the deceased, even a hypocritical gesture should be fully performed to maintain the dignity of a prominent family. If you cannot refrain from creating drama and spreading malicious gossip even at someone else's funeral, who would dare to befriend or do business with the Iverson family in the future?"

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

"Hmph!" Lance gritted his teeth in anger but could only leave in a huff.

The Iverson father and son left in disgrace.

Once in the car, Lance immediately vented his frustration at Christopher. "You are so impatient! Liam is dead, so why bring up irrelevant matters? Now look at what happened! You made a fool of yourself and brought shame upon us!"

"Ha, Dad, have you forgotten?"

Christopher, also seething with anger, his eyes dark and menacing, said, "It was you who insisted on attending the funeral."

"If you had listened to my advice and not come to make a scene, how would Wyatt have humiliated you publicly?

believe you brought this humiliation upon yourself. If I had not stepped in to salvage some dignity, Ryan alone would have trampled all over you."

"Chris! You ungrateful bastard!"

Lance trembled with anger, but facing Christopher's piercing, phoenix-like eyes, his fury seemed suppressed, unable to be released as it once was. He could only grit his teeth in resentment. "No matter what you say, it still comes down to your incompetence. You couldn't even win over a woman!"

"If you had won over Bella, none of these troubles would have arisen! The Iverson family would have long surpassed the Salvador family in prominence, and if you were Wyatt's son-in-law, we might have already taken over the Hoffman family, leaving no room for Ryan to be so arrogant!"

No one knows a son better than his father.

The Iverson father and son may not share much in terms of mutual respect, but they were both adept at hitting each other's sore spots.

Do you think I care about a mere Hoffman family? Even without om winning Bella, it does not hinder me from making the Iverson family the foremost among the four great families."

Christopher's eyes flashed with a sharp light, a mix of ruthless determination and insatiable greed.

"However, I do not make compromises. I want power, fame, wealth, and beauty.

I want it all."

Do you think I care about a mere Hoffman family? Even without om winning Bella, it does not hinder me from making the Iverson family the foremost among the four great families."

"There are many ways to obtain what I want." Christopher closed his eyes, the smile on his face tinged with a hint of madness.

He thought to himself, 'Bella, at this point, I have long given up on winning your heart. If there comes a day when I can have only your body, will I still consider it a loss?'

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1949-With the unwelcome and ominous guests gone, the funeral proceeded smoothly.

The members of the Thompson family paid their respects to Logan one by one.

Wyatt walked up solemnly to Ryan and spoke gently. "Ryan, my condolences.

Old Master Salvador called me last night. He said he was feeling unwell and would not be able to attend. He will meet with you later and visit Logan's grave."

Justin felt a mix of emotions upon hearing this. He was worried about Nigel's health, but he was also comforted knowing Nigel truly cared for Ryan.

"Thank you… Uncle Wyatt. I understand Old Master Salvador's sentiments."

Ryan's eyes filled with gratitude as he obediently changed his address. He knew that Nigel's discomfort was just an excuse. After all the Hoffman family had

repeatedly endangered Bella's life. Even though Nigel no longer held a grudge, his presence at the funeral could have caused trouble and gossip.

Asher and Axel also stepped forward to offer their condolences and support.

Although Ryan had lost all his immediate family, standing with the Thompson family, he felt a long-lost sense of kinship. From now on, he had a new family and siblings. He no longer had to carry his burdens alone.

"Dad, let me take you home." Bella gently supported her father's arm.

"I'm fine. There are plenty of people here to protect me," Wyatt said, patting his daughter's hand and whispering in her ear, "The Hoffman family has no one left.

This is an important occasion when they need help the most. You and Justin are Ryan's best friends. Stay with him until the end."

Bella was deeply moved and nodded, her eyes moist.

"Uncle Wyatt, I'll escort you to the car," Justin offered. As the future son-in-law, he was thoughtful and attentive.

Wyatt nodded. "Alright, Justin, walk with me."

This was Wyatt's first public appearance since his illness, made to support Ryan in a high-profile manner, naturally attracting media attention. To divert attention, the three ladies left first under heavy security. Wyatt, accompanied by his two sons and son-in-law, faced the media openly.

"Thank you all for your concern about my health. I'm fine now and have recovered well. Today is Chairman Hoffman's funeral. Your presence to see him off brings peace to him in the afterlife."

His words were straightforward and respectful, leaving the reporters with nothing to criticize.

eli "I know the Hoffman family has faced many challenges recently. With Ryan Hoffman taking over the Hoffman Group abruptly, there must be many doubts and worries about this young heir. However, as someone who watched him grow up and understands him well, I can confidently say this," Wyatt said, raising his chin slightly and his gaze firm. "The Hoffman family has Ryan, and the sun will continue to shine on the Hoffman Group."

The initially noisy scene fell silent at his declaration.

Justin looked at this distinguished man in awe. Though Wyatt was older, shorter, and less physically imposing, his presence was commanding and reassuring. It was no wonder he was Bella's father. The wond sense of security he exuded was Something Justin asias emulate.

"Justin, someone is coming." Asher noticed a top-tier luxury van quietly parking nearby.

The media's attention also shifted to the van. The door opened slowly, and two bodyguards in black stepped out, followed by a woman in a snow-white suitClarice. Justin's heart tightened, his defined jawline becoming tense.

With the help of the bodyguards, Grant, seated in a wheelchair, was carefully escorted out. Clarice pushed him toward Wyatt and Justin.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but judging by their arrogance, they must be someone important.”

'Look at his appearance and demeanor. He is exceptional! Too bad he is ima wheelchair. It proves no n one is perfect."

'Who says no one is perfect? Justin Salvador is practically perfect, with Bella Thompson as is beautiful wife and Wyatt as his wealthy father-in-law. He is a true winner in life!"

As the crowd murmured, Grant made his way through the people to stand before the Thompson family.

"Chairman Thompson, it's a pleasure to meet you,Grant, despite his mobility issues, raised his hand high, his pale lips curling into a politem smile, displaying the utmost respect.

I Fam Justin's elder brother, the eldest son of the Salvador family, Grant.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1950-"Grant?!"

"Wasn't he the eldest son of the Salvador family, who was tragically harmed in a notorious kidnapping case and had to relinquish all inheritance rights to seek treatment in Sentania?" "He's back?!"

The Thompson brothers' eyes widened in shock.

Instantly, the previously calm scene erupted into chaos again, with intense flashes from the cameras engulfing Grant's composed and elegant face.

"Oh, so it's the eldest son of the Salvador family. Nice to meet you," Wyatt's gaze sharpened momentarily. However, being the seasoned tycoon that he was,

he quickly and gracefully extended his hand to the legendary eldest son of the Salvador family.

The man's hand was as cold as ice, with clean and well-maintained fingers. It was completely unlike his son-in-law's hands, which were so rough that Wyatt sometimes wondered if Justin was working as a bricklayer in his spare time.

Surely, his daughter wasn't that difficult to provide for.

"I heard you have been recovering abroad. How is your health now?" Wyatt inquired with concern, given that Grant was Justin's elder brother and had been courteous.

"Not bad, thank you for your concern," Grant said, directing a gentle gaze at Justin's somewhat tense face. "Justin, take care of Chairman Thompson. I'll go inside."

"Okay, Grant," Justin replied softly, feeling a wave of emotion. He was usually not one to be easily swayed by people or events. However, ever since his brother's return, his heart felt like it was on a roller coaster, fluctuating between highs and lows. 'Is Grant truly as calm as he seems, or is he hiding something deeper?' Justin and the Thompson brothers escorted Wyatt to his car.

"Take care, Uncle Wyatt."

"Justin, come up here. I have something to ask you," Wyatt instructed.

After a moment of hesitation, Justin opened the door and sat beside Wyatt in the back seat.

"Your brother used the occasion of the Hoffman family funeral to make a public appearance and gained a lot of attention Your grandfather and father didn't come to avoid any potential issues, but you, being: Ryan's best friend, should naturally be here." Wyatt pointed out astutely, his thick eyebrows furrowing. "Don't you think your brother's presence here today is rather abrupt when he has been away from Savrow for over a decade and has no connection to the Hoffman family?"

Justin's lips pressed into a thin line, speechless.

He did not know how to respond because he was unsure of his m brother's true intentions. He also did not want to speak ill of his brother.

Tsk, you're such a straightforward young man," Wyatt remarked with a hint of exasperation He did not push Irther and instead asked, "How is your relationship with your brother?"

"When I was five, my father brought me and my mother back to the Salvador family." Justin's gaze grew distant as hè delved into his

memories. "Though I'm only his half-brother, he took good care of me as a child. Grant has never treated me poorly or seen me as a rival, even though I was brought in later. He fulfilled his duties as an elder brother."

"And how about now?"