The members of the Salvador team looked at each other in astonishment. Ian suddenly felt his vision
go dark, as if a thunderbolt had struck him from above.
Seeing Justinâs expression turn stormy, Rosalind, thinking she was offering helpful advice, quickly said,
âJustin, you donât need to worry. Itâs just a garden. There are plenty of places like this in the country. We
can contact other placesâ¦â
Before she could finish her sentence, Justin abruptly pulled his arm out of her embrace. The force was
too much, causing her to stagger backward, feeling embarrassed.
âLetâs go, Mr. Iverson,â Bella didnât bother giving them another glance. She smiled politely at
Christopher.
Christopher replied, âSure, Iâve already booked a restaurant. We can go there anytime.â
The two shared a smile, leaving Justin feeling as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, his
brows tightly furrowed.
He quickly stepped forward, blocking Christopher.
âMr. Iverson, letâs talk privately,â he said, his tone still strong, showing no sign of weakness due to the
failed project negotiation.
âIf itâs about the Rose Manor project, I donât think thereâs anything left to discuss with Mr. Salvador,â
Christopher replied, unwilling to waste time with him.
Justin interjected, âWhat if itâs about something else?â
As he spoke, Justinâs dark gaze landed on Bellaâs face.
Christopher led Justin to a European-style pavilion in Rose Manor. They took their seats, facing each
other amidst vibrant flowers, yet the room exuded a chilly and oppressive atmosphere.
Looking impatiently at his watch, Christopher urged, âMr. Salvador, letâs get to the point. I have a date
with Ms. Thompson that I need to return to.â
âA date? Werenât we here to discuss cooperation?â Justin, unwilling to concede, especially when it
came to Bella, instinctively resisted letting Christopher gain the upper hand. âMaybe thatâs just wishful
thinking on your part. After all, Bella was my wife for three years. I know her much better than you do.â
âIs that so?â Christopher shrugged dismissively, a hint of mockery in his tone. âItâs only been three
years, and it was only a marriage in name⦠Mr. Salvador, where does your confidence stem from? Do
you really believe you understand Bella better than I do?â
âYou investigated me?â Justin questioned as he clenched his fist in anger. His eyes were chilly.
Christopher smiled and shook his head. âEverything Iâve done is for Bella, and it has nothing to do with
you from the beginning till the end. My collaboration with her this time wasnât about snatching her from
you. Sheâs the one Iâve been waiting for, and besides her, I wonât let anyone else intervene here.â
Christopher added, âI know your subordinate contacted someone from my company. I just didnât have
the chance to tell you in person. From the beginning, I never intended to cooperate with Salvador
Corporation.â
He emphasized the name âBellaâ so warmly!
Justin quietly exhaled, his deep gaze flickering like a night fire. âChristopher, even though youâve
recently returned to the country, Iâm not completely ignorant about you. Like Bella, people who donât
know you well might be deceived by the façade you present. However, I wonât be fooled. Iâve heard
enough about what you did in Sentania.â
In Sentania, Christopher was indeed the embodiment of wealth and desire-a beautiful yet infamous
figure. However, he could completely conceal his true nature before Bella, presenting a gentle and
humble image. It was evident how deep and cunning this manâs scheming was.
Indeed, they are divorced, and everything about Bella is no longer his concern. But seeing her getting
closer to Christopher, Justin could not help but feel a mix of anger, hatred, and fear.
Christopherâs lips curled into a faint smile, and he casually adjusted his glasses. He didnât bother to
refute Justinâs words.
âYou never lack women by your side. But Bella is not a woman you can play with, not someone you can
casually provoke, engage in a bit of romance, and captivate with a few bouquets of roses.â Justinâs
handsome face carried a deep and frosty demeanor.
A few seconds later, Christopher couldnât help but sneer, âItâs strange. Since you are so reluctant to part
with Bella and care about her, why did you divorce her and marry someone else in the first place?â
This question hit the nail on the head, leaving Justin stunned and speechless. Pain and regret flashed
through his heart, shaking his entire soul.
Christopher continued, âI am very clear about what kind of person I am. Even if I am irredeemable, my
sincere heart for Bella will always remain pure and loyal. I canât say the same for you, Mr. Salvador,
who married Bella but still harbors thoughts for others, hurting her to the core. Anyone else in this world
has the right to say these words to me, but not you.â
Christopherâs brows furrowed, his tone becoming colder as he added, âRegardless of whether you
regret it now or not, you are already divorced. Whoever she is with, likes, or loves in the future has
nothing to do with you.â
He then stood up and walked towards the exit of the pavilion. Stopping abruptly, he turned back,
observing Justin, who seemed frozen like a sculpture.
He said, âMy feelings for her existed long ago. In my eyes, those three years are not worth mentioning.â
Left alone in the pavilion, Justin, reflecting on Christopherâs words, had a face as pale as paper, his
broad shoulders trembling ever so slightly.