At that instant, lan rushed out of the meeting room and intercepted them again.
âMr. Thompson, while we welcome your presence, donât you think itâs inappropriate, both ethically and
legally, to resort to violence against our staff?â
Ignoring lanâs words, Asher countered with a question. âShould I wait for Justin Salvador to come out,
or should I just barge in?â
lanâs anger surged, his expression darkening. âIâm sorry, but Mr. Salvador is currently in a meeting. He
wonât be able to see you. Please leave!â
Asher smirked slightly and advanced toward him.
lanâs internal alarm bells rang as he extended his arms to block Asher
âAh!â
In the blink of an eye, Asher swiftly made his move. Before lan co even comprehend what was
happening, Asher twisted his arm to t back and forcefully flung him aside.
lan crashed to the ground. His arm was dislocated!
He clenched his teeth in pain as sweat beaded his forehead. He watched Asher and Steven push open
the door and enter the conference room.
Inside the conference room, the mood was solemn.
Justin, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, exuded a commanding présence. His
handsome figure resembled that of an emperor presiding over his court.
The executives below him listened attentively as he calmly outlined the agenda for the upcoming work.
However, despite his authoritative demeanor, the sudden intrusion of
Asher and Steven drew the attention of everyone in the room.
Everyone in the room was shocked and exchanged bewildered glances.
Everyone present-recognized the intruders.
Though Justin was aware of their presence, he chose to ignore them, continuing to read from the report
in his hands.
âJustin, letâs talk.â Asherâs eyes were cold and stern.
Asherâs cold and direct address cut through the tension, disregardin Justinâs status.
Justin paused briefly, meeting Asherâs stern gaze with calm resol
âLetâs call it a day. Weâll continue tomorrow. Meeting adjourned.â
With those words, the other executives stood up in unison, leaving the trip alone in the conference
room.
The silence in the room turned into tension.
âAsher, you can go ahead and say what you have to say now,â Justin said calmly, his emotions
concealed.
Asher was already seething with anger. Seeing Justinâs seemingly indifferent attitude only fueled his
rage further.
He was unaware that Justin was still recovering from his illness, barely able to sit through the meeting
with sheer willpower and medication.
Justin was utterly drained, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.
âJustin, you did something to my sister.â Asherâs tone turned frosty, and his presence was intimidating.
Upon hearing this, Stevenâs eyes flashed with rage, turning bloodshot. â Did something? What does that
mean? Did Justin really harass Ms. Thompson? How could he?! How dare he even consider such a
thing?!
Steven felt an unprecedented wave of anguish, as if someone were strangling him and depriving him of
air.
Justinâs breath caught in his throat. His fingers slowly clenched on the tabletop. His eyes were burning
intensely. âIâll take responsibil If sheâs willing to, she remains my wife.â
Then, as if he had suddenly transformed into another person, he chuckled bitterly and somewhat
nervously. âBut I believe she would want that. I donât think she would want to repeat the same mistak
again, right?â
Asherâs lips curled into a cold sneer. His expression resembled that of a handsome yet ferocious deity
of the underworld.
âJustin! Do you even understand how a divorce works?!â
Steven could not bear it any longer and roared in anger. âOnce divorced, you are no longer husband
and wife. You have no right to touch Ms. Bella! How could you?! How dare you?!â
âWhatever happened is in the past. At this point, I have nothing else to say.â
Justinâs heart trembled as he recalled that night, and his eyes reddened with tears.
He did not ever want to leave her again.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the room.
With a swift movement, Asher effortlessly leaped onto the massive conference table.