The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Ryan looked down and saw the golden pocket watch inlaid with red and blue gemstones before him, his eyes subconsciously widening. "Dad, this is..."

"This is the pocket watch that Justin's great-grandfather passed down to his grandfather, and his grandfather then passed it down to me."

It sounded like a tongue twister, but Ryan understood it.

Anyway, it was extremely valuable.

"Now, I'm giving it to you." Gregory smiled kindly. "This is an antique that could fetch a sky -high price in an auction. Don't underestimate it."

"Dad, this is too valuable. I can't take it."

Ryan was flattered and quickly refused. "This is your family heirloom. You should give it to Justin instead. How could I deserve..."

"You're not an outsider. You're my son-in-law, which makes you my son. How could you not deserve it?"

Gregory firmly grabbed his hand. "Besides, Justin has his grandfather doting on him. Hasn't the old man left him enough? I don't have many good things left, and he still wants to take from me? What a spoiled brat! Ryan, if you really see me as your father, accept this."

Ryan knew that Gregory was joking. Justin was his son and was born to the woman he loved the most. Although he did not say it, how could he not care about Justin?

"Thank you. I will cherish it for the rest of my life."

At night, sounds of laughter and joy came from the spacious living room in the castle.

The women were chatting over tea, while Bella and Roza were in the room, preparing the wedding gown Carrie would wear tomorrow for the wedding ceremony. Amelia busied around, trying on Carrie's make-up for her, and having a great time.

Since his wife was working on something, Justin could only wait patiently in their room, standing on the balcony in boredom as he admired the nighttime scenery from the estate.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated.

Justin fished out his phone and looked down at the screen, his heart tightening.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he picked up the call. "Grant."

"Justin, have you guys arrived at Botvia to attend Mr. Hoffman and Carrie's wedding?" Grant's voice was low and steady, carrying a hint of a gentle smile.

"Yes, brother. It's tomorrow."

"Great. They've finally achieved their happy ending. It's a pity I can't make it to the wedding."

"It's alright. We all understand your situation." Justin sounded calm and considerate.

"I've sent my gift to your account. It should be there soon. Please pass on this small token of mine to the newlyweds."

With a ding, the notification arrived.

Justin's fingertips swiped through the message, looking at the transfer details. That long string of auspicious numbers cast a shadow of ambiguous emotions between his brows.

To those who know, it was a wedding gift. To those who did not know, it looked like an investment.

"Ahem..." Grant coughed several times. "It must be late at Botvia. I won't disturb your rest with Ms. Bella. Goodnight."

"Grant." Justin's gaze darkened, his husky voice lingering in the night air. "Last time, I wanted to expose the drug experiment, but you stopped it. Did you really do that for the sake of the Salvador Corporation?"