Chapter 311 Retaliation By The Divorced Heiress

• After concluding a high-level conference, Justin slumped back in his leather chair back in the Salvador Corporation president's office, his fatigue visible in his eyes. Within the organization, rumors about Rosalind and him had taken off like wildfire. Surprisingly, nobody ventured to say anything negative about Justin anywhere in the enormous Salvador Corporation skyscraper. Unless, that is, they were prepared to accept the repercussions, which would ultimately result in their death. After being promoted to deputy chairman of the board, Justin became an absolute force, wielding unmatched authority. That being said, Justin felt deeply heavy and unsatisfied despite his high standing.
• "I never thought Shannon would be able to work out the financial problems with Gold Corporation. She appears to have been keeping a sizable sum of money to herself. She will have to spit it back out at least now. Ian was incredibly relieved to see Shannon lose. "Zephyr helped Shannon build her wealth," Justin retorted, still weighing his options. Zephyr is incarcerated, but she still manages to amass a substantial amount. It suggests that she makes money from other sources. As he leaned forward and said, "Could the EV boutique be one of them?" Ian's doubts became more obvious. Could the average boutique really draw in so much money? It is only clothing and luggage. How is it possible for it to make such large profits?
• "How can you be so naive after working for me for all these years?" Justin knitted his brows. Justin casually flicked a nicely folded paper airplane precisely in Ian's direction with his hand. Shannon has painstakingly constructed a vast subterranean network in Savrow over the years, which is hidden beneath the exterior of that store. Although she deals in expensive products openly, she engages in bribery and dubious activities behind the scenes. Ian shuddered. "We didn't realize this old witch was so powerful!" "I've never thought less of her. We must always respect our adversaries. With a frigid grimace on his lips, Justin massaged the bridge of his nose.