The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"No. Not yet."

Grant took a sip of tea. His gaze was dark and deep. It was like a hidden current in a deep abyss. "I think... Justin should be waking up soon. He has Ms. Thompson by his side, along with capable friends. This disaster may not be as unavoidable as I initially thought."

Clarice leaned in, lowering her voice. "So, you're suggesting that we..."

"I've heard that Ms. Thompson has a rather skilled brother-in-law, a specialist in neurology?"

Clarice blinked in surprise. "Are you referring to Arnold, the youngest son of the Larson family?"

Grant lowered his gaze and continued sipping his tea, his voice cold and detached. "That man cannot remain in Ms. Thompson's team, nor should he stay by my brother's side."

Grant's words piqued Jace's interest immediately. "Do you need me to take action against him?"

"We don't always have to kill someone to remove them."

Grant toyed with the teacup with his fingertips. A faint smile played on his lips. "Breaking his spirit will be just as effective."

brought Justin back to Savrow, he secretly sent him to a top-tier private

no one except his immediate family could visit

wait outside

rain, the weather grew

the night. She had no idea behind which

into her hands, which suffered from frostbite. Her cheeks and the tips

the car? You've been standing out here for

to do the same thing. He used to

her smile bittersweet. "This time, it's

his head, unsure how to comfort her. Words felt hollow, completely

badly she

all she could do was wait.net agonizing,

while

she really destined to

too cruel