?Chapter 2035


    Watson''s pen hovered in mid-air, his gaze drawn in surprise to the door as he heard the formidable voice cut through the tense air.


    The familiar, authoritative tone struck like a cold, gleaming sword aimed straight at Christopher''s back.


    He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes as he turned to see the source of the voice.


    There, Justin was striding into the room with undeniable authority. Hismanding presence sharpened withn''s imposing figure closely following behind.


    "M-Mr. Salvador!" Watson''s previously ashen face lit up with a glimmer of hope.


    Although Watson had never met Justin, the mere presence of this man brought him an inexplicable sense of reassurance.


    After all, Wyatt, known for his impable judgment, had chosen Justin as his prospective son-inw.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    The fact that Wyatt would entrust his beloved daughter to Justin spoke volumes about thetter''s remarkable character and capability.


    This was a stark contrast to Christopher, who, despite his outward charm, was revealed to be a deceitful and cruel character.


    "Justin, what are you doing here?" Christopher asked, his eyes dark with menace.


    "Whatever you''re here to do, I''m here for the same purpose," Justin responded, his tone calm and unyielding. While his demeanor was devoid of overt threats or provocations, his noble and aloof air radiated an inherent intimidation.


    Inparison, Christopher''s sinister expression seemed petty and inconsequential,cking the noble presence that Justin effortlessly exuded.


    Taylor clenched his fists, his gaze fixed menacingly on Justin.


    Ian, too, tightened his fists, ready to pounce when necessary.


    "Just now, I overheard most of the conversation between you and Chairman Jenkins."


    Justin''s lips curled into a charming smile. His starry eyes softened with a hint of indulgence. "Sorry, I learned it from my wife. I hope you won''t mind, Chairman Jenkins."


    Justin''s presence made Christopher seethe with jealousy. His veins throbbed with rage, and his chest burned with frustration.


    "Not at all! It''s an honor for me to meet you, Mr. Salvador!" Though Justin was young enough to be Watson''s son, he spoke to him in a deferential tone.


    "Chairman Jenkins, the Southern Star Group is the culmination of your life''s work. You must not sell it."


    Justin''s gaze turned frosty as he nced at Christopher. "Even if you want to sell, it should not be to someone like Chairman Iverson. His words aren''t worth believing."


    Christopher jumped up suddenly, his chair crashing to the floor.


    "He ims he''ll help you rescue Mr. Storm, but after you sign the contract, he could easily backtrack. Wouldn''t you end up losing both yourpany and your ally? This is his usual tactic. If you don''t believe it, you might want to visit the prison and check on James and Astrid Iverson. That way, you''ll understand his methods better."


    Watson''s eyes widened in realization.


    In his desperate bid to save his godson, Watson nearly fell into Christopher''s trap.


    Deception wasmon in business. Promises without proof were easily reneged.


    "Chairman Iverson, please get out of here!"


    Justin''s arrival shattered the fear Christopher had imposed on Watson. His gaze regained its sharpness, like a predator ready to strike. "Even if it means burning the Southern Star to the ground, I will never let you have it! As for Elias, I believe in justice and fairness. No one can truly escape thew."


    Seeing Justin''s intervention jeopardizing his almostplete n, Christopher was furious.


    "If that''s the case, I can only say it''s a great pity."


    Christopher sneered, his eyes bloodshot with fury. With ast venomous re at Justin, he stormed out with his secretary.


    As the tension in the room began to dissipate, Lane''s face remained pale. Watson clung to her hand,forting her.


    Despite years of seeing violence and upheaval, Lane was terrified by Christopher.


    "Mr. Salvador... Thank you for what you did just now."


    Watson took a deep breath and looked at Justin with sincere eyes. "If you wish to lead the Southern Star Group... I''m willing to step down and hand the entirepany over to you. I won''t ask for anything in return."


    "Chairman Jenkins, I''ve never considered acquiring the Southern Star Group. The group will always belong to you and Ms. Jenkins."


    Justin smiled gently. "I''m here to calm your emotions. You''re understandably distressed over Mr. Storm''s situation, and Christopher came here to break through your defenses and deceive you into giving up the Southern Star Group. Fortunately, we saved everything. From now on, I will increase the number of bodyguards around you and ensure that the Iverson family won''t bother you again."


    "Mr. Salvador... Thank you so much for this." Watson said, deeply moved, his throat tightening with emotion.


    "As for Mr. Storm''s situation, please don''t give up and hold on to hope." Justin''s eyes burned with assurance. "Ms. Thompson and I will find a way to clear his name!"


    Meanwhile, chairs reigned at the Southern Star Group.


    Sasha stood in the smoke-filled conference room, trembling with rage.


    There were cigars and fine liquor on the table. More than a dozen of the Southern Star Group''s senior executives were enjoying a feast in front of her.


    The sound of soup slurping was incessant, and her blood pressure soared.


    Taking advantage of Watson''s long illness and their seniority, these senior executives showed no respect for Sasha, the rightful heiress of the Southern Star Group. They had long harbored intentions of dividing


    thepany.


    "Everyone, the Southern Star Group has a longstanding rule against eating during meetings. What is the meaning of this gathering in front of me?!" Sasha''s narrow, beautiful eyes widened in fury.


    "A few of us came straight here without eating, just to attend this damned meeting. There aren''t many restaurants around. Ms. Jenkins, you can''t expect us not to eat, right?"


    "Besides, where we eat is our business! Women always make a fuss about everything!"


    Indeed, it was their choice where they chose to eat. However, using the conference room as a dining hall was a tant challenge to the Jenkins family''s authority.


    Sasha''s temples throbbed with anger, her chest rising and falling rapidly.


    She could not ignore it, but if she confronted them, the group of old men would surely rebel. This would further disrupt the meeting.


    Just as she hesitated, the sharp, authoritative click of high heels approached.


    Dressed in a striking ck suit, Be walked into the conference room with a strong presence amid the stunned gazes of the crowd.