The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Far away in Meridan, in a serene tea room with smoke curling up, Grant and Clarice sat opposite each other behind an exquisite screen, playing chess. The man was dressed in pure white, his face as beautiful as a portrait, exuding an otherworldly elegance like a celestial being descending to the mortal realm.

"Sir, we've got news from Savrow. Bethany has completely been abandoned by Chairman Salvador." Clarice said softly, "The paternity test report you revealed at the press conference really gave Chairman Salvador a huge blow."

"It's as expected."

Grant lowered his eyes, carrying a hint of indifference. "Shannon is useless. What waves could her daughter stir up? I've known for many years that Bethany is not of Salvador blood. I also know everything Shannon did in secret."

"You knew all along? But why didn't you expose them earlier?"

Clarice was surprised. "Shannon relied on her status as the mistress of the Salvador family all these years to use the Salvador Corporation to gather wealth. Aren't you worried? What if she got the company shares? What if she controlled the Salvador Corporation through Gregory? Aren't you concerned that things would get out of control?"

"No."

Grant's pale fingers picked up a crystal chess piece, effortlessly capturing Clarice's knight. "Shannon's greed was greater than her capability, and Salvador Corporation still has my grandfather overseeing it. Her dream of obtaining the company is merely a delusion.

"However, I'm often away from Savrow. Someone has to help me counter Justin in the Salvador Corporation. Otherwise, my brother's life would be too smooth, which would be terribly boring. It's a pity that Shannon still let me down."

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