âBellaâs loss over those three years is worth Justinâs lifetime of redemption.â
lan felt a jolt in his heart: He recalled the pitiful and helpless Bella when she was living in the Salvador
household. She had always stood by Justin with fervent devotion, no matter what.
He could not help but shed tears silently.
Justin had suffered too much, but Bella was just as heartbroken.
lan was afraid that Justin might need help during the night and would not be able to call for assistance,
so he just spent the night on the sofa in the bedroom without even changing.
The next morning, his body clock awakened him. As soon as he opened his eyes, he instinctively
looked toward Justinâs direction.
To his surprise, the bed was empty. Justin was nowhere to be found.
âMr. Salvador⦠Mr. Salvador?!â
lan panicked and sprung up from his seat like a startled fish. He started frantically searching the room
for Justin.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open.
There stood Justin, impeccably dressed in a sharp three-piece suit, complete with a meticulously
selected array of accessories-a wristwatch, tie, and tie pin.
His composed demeanor showed no sign of illness, which almost made lan forget how weak Justin had
appeared the night before.
âIs there something on my face?â Justin asked as he adjusted his sleeve, his voice slightly hoarse.
Though his breath still seemed a little shallow, it was hardly noticeable.
âMr. Salvador, w-why are you up? You need more rest!â lan expressed deep concern for his condition.
âWe have an important strategic meeting at the office today. I must attend it,â Justin replied, his
expression calm and collected as usual.
âGosh⦠I totally forgot about it!â
lan slapped his forehead in frustration before gently advising him.
Mr. Salvador, youâre still unwell. Why donât we skip todayâs meeting and prioritize your recovery?â
Justinâs cold demeanor prevailed as he raised his hand to silence lan
âIâm fine. Just get the car ready.â
At exactly 10:00 a.m., a black Rolls-Royce appeared in front of the Salvador Corporationâs building
The flashy license plate âSavrow A9999â immediately drew the attention of everyone around.
â9999! And itâs a Savrow A license plate! Thatâs incredibly rare!â
Curious chatter broke out among the crowd,
âI remember that license plate going for auction. It sold for over $20 million! It even made the news!â
âWhat?! $20 million for a license plate?! My mind canât even comprehend that!â
âIâm really curious. Who could the owner of this car be?â
âIsnât it obvious? Itâs someone weâll never come close to!â
Meanwhile, in the luxurious car, Asher sat upright, his long lashes cast down as he studied the opened
Bible resting on his knees, holding a cross in his hand and murmuring prayers.
After finishing his prayer, he gently closed the Bible and whispered, â Amen.â
When he raised his gaze once more, his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a demon emerging from
long-held darkness into newfound light.