NovelEnglishJustin sat upright, his demeanor calm andposed. He did not attempt to persuade Clarence further. "Very well, suit yourself." lan noticed the exhaustion etched on Justin's face and thoughtfully suggested, "Mr. Salvador, lettake you back to Tideview Manor to rest." "No, taketo the Salvador Corporation." Justin lowered his gaze, his tone subdued. "There is one hour left before the high-level meeting begins. Notify all department directors to be in the conference room on time." An hour later, Justin arrived at the group's headquarters.
Throughout the journey, he ignored the strange looks from others.
With lan following closely behind, Justin stepped into his private elevator and headed straight for the conference room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYet, the moment the doors opened, Justin's expression darkened.
lan exclaimed in shock. “What's going on? Why is there no one here? I clearly sent out the meeting notice!" Justin stood silently, his chest churning with suppressed anger as he stared at the empty conference room. Without hesitation, he turned and strode purposefully toward the President's Office.
Outside the office, the administrative secretary was still present.
"M-Mr. Salvador!" The secretary hurriedly stood, her face pale with panic.
Justin's face remained impassive. Just as he was about to push the door open, the secretary frantically called out, "Mr. Salvador, please stop! You can't go in!" lan glared at her, his voice sharp. "What's the meaning of this? This is Mr. Salvador's office. Why can't he enter?" Before the words had fully left lan's mouth, Justin placed his large hand on the door. Hismanding presence radiated as he pushed the door open.
The spacious office was as familiar as ever, every corner etched into his memory.
The only difference was the man seated in the luxurious leather chair behind the desk, his back turned toward Justin.
As Justin's gaze fixed on that figure, the air seemed to grow thinner, suffocating him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe man in the chair slowly turned around.
"Justin, congratulations on making it out unscathed," Grant said, his arms resting leisurely on the armrests. His lips curled into a cold, mocking smile that never reached his eyes.
Justin took slow, heavy steps forward. His movements matched the weight pressing against his chest. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Why is it you?" "Why can't it be me?" Grant raised his chin arrogantly, his fingers lightly drumming the chair he had coveted for so long. "This position should have been mine years ago. You were merely holding it for me." en.kikistories The man before him wore a wild, disdainful grin. His tone was arrogant, his demeanor mocking, nothing like the gentle, unassuming older brother Justin had once known.
It was as though twopletely different personalities coexisted within the sbody—a stark contrast that upended everything, as if born of madness.
"So, from the beginning, you've been orchestrating this." Justin's gaze burned with intensity as he stared at the man so familiar yet distant. The suffocating pressure around him grew unbearable. "From the moment you returned to Savrow, have you been plotting to seize this position from me?" en.kikistories Grant chuckled, lifting a slender, pristine finger to wag in mock disapproval. “No, seize is the wrong word." He leaned forward slightly, his fingertips brushing the sharp edges of the elegant metal nameplate on the desk Justin, nothing within the Salvador Corporation ever truly belonged to you. What isn't yours will eventually be taken back." en.kikistories SW
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