The Ex-Wife He Couldn’t Afford to Lose（13）

Chapter 13

“Rose?” Justin’s voice softened as he tried to calm down.

“Justin! Come help me!” Rosalind’s voice trembled with distress.

“I’m in your office lobby, surrounded by reporters! I’m so scared!”

“I’ll pick you up now!” Justin didn’t hesitate for a moment.

He grabbed his suit jacket and stormed out of the room.

“Mr. Salvador! You can’t go!” Ian hurriedly stepped forward, trying to stop him.

“Just send your bodyguards to pick up Ms. Gold.

If you go yourself, the reporters will bombard you!”

Despite Ian’s words, Justin’s face remained grim, and he walked out without any hesitation.

Outside, reporters shouted questions at Rosalind, their microphones and cameras nearly hitting her face.

Though her bodyguards formed a protective wall around her, the chaos was palpable.

“Ms. Gold! When is the wedding date with Mr. Salvador?”

“You and Mr. Salvador are said to be childhood sweethearts.

How many years have you known each other?”

“What do you think of Mr. Salvador’s ex-wife? The article mentioned that his ex-wife interfered with your relationship.

Is that true?”

Rosalind, pretending to be meek, was secretly thrilled.

She had orchestrated the announcement of their engagement to the media, and subtly painted Anna as the third party in her relationship with Justin.

‘That bitch dared to take my bracelet and humiliate me, so I’ll make sure the whole world knows she’s the one who broke up my relationship with Justin!’ she thought maliciously.

“Thank you for your concern. Mr. Salvador and I will share the good news when the time is right,” Rosalind said, flashing a delicate smile that she believed was captivating.

“As for Mr. Salvador’s ex-wife, Ms. Brown, I don’t know much about her. Please stop attacking her. They’re divorced now, so let her live her life in peace.”

Her words caused an uproar among the reporters, and the scene grew even more chaotic.

As Rosalind retreated, looking like a frightened bird, a strong chest shielded her.

Justin had arrived, his arm around her shoulders as he guided her quickly toward the door.

“Justin, you’re finally here!” Rosalind’s eyes welled with tears, and her voice trembled as if she were on the verge of crying.

Justin, however, clenched his jaw and stayed silent, his expression cold.

Suddenly, Justin stopped.

He looked around, feeling an unsettling sense that Anna was nearby, watching everything unfold.

But that couldn’t be possible, could it?

At that moment, the surveillance camera at the entrance of Salvador Corporation shifted slightly.

Inside her office, Bella watched the scene unfold on the screen.

She saw Justin protecting Rosalind with his arm around her and felt a pang of pain.

It was hard to deny the sting of jealousy and hurt.

“Justin, you’re so protective of her, but have you ever protected me once?” Bella’s eyes turned red with unshed tears.

“Two years ago, on that stormy night, when I was in excruciating pain, I called you, hoping you’d come. Even though I knew the chances were slim, I still tried. But you rejected my call. After giving myself to you for three years, I was nothing more than a tool to please Grandpa and delay time. You’re not worth it, Justin. You’re the biggest mistake of my life.”

As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, her phone buzzed with a message from the Thompson Family Secret Bureau.

[Asher: Bella, the director of Savrow Daily, who exposed the marital news, has been replaced.

Your ex-husband ordered this.

It seems like his girlfriend released the news, and it has nothing to do with him.

] Bella’s long eyelashes fluttered as she replied.

[Bella: It’s all the same, whether it’s his girlfriend or him.

] [Axel: Yeah! They’re the same kind of people!]

[Axel: Bella, I found some important information.

I’ll tell you in private.

] [Drew: Just say it here.

] [Axel: No! I found this out, so don’t you all dare take credit! You find out yourselves!]

Axel quickly sent Bella a voice message.

“Bella, I found some interesting things about Rosalind.”

Axel, who worked as a public prosecutor, had his own ways of gathering intel.