Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

Ryan gasped sharply. Justin asked for a gun a little too casually.

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“We can’t afford to let our guards down, or it will not bode well for us.”

Ryan and Justin looked solemn.

Another phone call came in, and it was Gregory.

Justin ended Ryan’s call with furrowed brows and took Gregory’s call.

“Justin, we’re having a virtual conference with the chairman of

Journey Ventures in Meridan. It’s about a potential partnership with/ them and our future development in Meridan. You and I must be in

attendance,” Gregory ordered Justin indifferently.

Justin replied without hesitation, “I can’t attend tomorrow. I have something important to do.”

“What did you say? What could be more important than this?

Whatever else you’re working on can wait.” Gregory pounded the table exasperatedly.

“Either way, I won’t be there tomorrow,” Justin said with a blank face.

His world revolved around Bella. Nothing mattered more to him than anything related to Bella,

Gregory shouted angrily, “You’re the president of Salvador

Corporation. How could you be so irresponsible? Why are you even

the president?”

“Yeah. Why am I even?”

Justin smiled pretentiously, his voice radiating an air of command

even through the phone. “I don’t get why I’m the president when all I

did was make you the richest man in Savrow ten years ahead of your

planning.”

“You!” Gregory was stumped for words.

It was true that Nigel had a keen eye for talent and picked the right

man for the job. Otherwise, Salvador Corporation would still be

struggling to get a foothold over the Hoffman Group.

“Is there anything else? If there isn’t, I’ll hang up now.”

“Justin, it isn’t right to slack off. One day, you will pay for your

decision.”

Gregory then terminated the call.

Justin let out an undaunted smile at the blackened mobile scree

He did care about the company.

Justin toiled day and night, building an empire at the expense

time and health.

However, Bella would always be his priority, and he would not

hesitate to make the same choice again.

Nothing was more important than his wife.

::.

The next day, Justin and Bella woke up early, washed up, and had

breakfast.

Dressed in formal attire, they made their way out.

Outside the villa, they stood alongside each other and locked eyes.

Justin’s gaze lingered on Bella while Bella stared intently back at him.

Bella, with her lips painted a striking crimson red, wore a black suit of

her own design, accented by a white flower brooch.

She looked beautiful and dignified. Despite her stoic face, Justin could sense the sadness around her

Justin pursed his lips. There was something on his mind-something he had been meaning to tell her.

He had seen Bella for the first time after the divorce at an auction

Sporting a suit and red lips, she had stolen his breath away.

“Morning, Mr. Salvador,” Bella cried.

“Good morning, Bella,” Justin responded tenderly.

“Come on.”

The invitation’s words stirred a whirlwind of emotions in Justin.