The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

A secluded and serene villa in the eastern suburbs, completely unknown to the world, served as Grant's private residence.

It was early in the morning when Clarice arrived to report what she discovered.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into Jace, who was drenched. His eyes were bloodshot, as though he had not slept in days. The hostility radiating from him and his sharp, wolf-like gaze made Clarice instinctively flinch, compelling her to back away.

"You look terrible." Clarice rolled her eyes at him and knocked on the study door before entering. Jace ignored her jab and followed her in.

Inside the classically styled study, Grant sat in a wheelchair, teasing a parrot in a golden cage before him.

Pivotage because he was deeply influenced by Grant. In fact, Christopher practically revered Grant, emulating his habits and interests, seeing them

worshiped an idol, they would inevitably want to get closer to their idol

is the recording that I've extracted." Clarice stepped forward, taking out her phone and playing the conversation between Justin and Bella in the car

unreadable smile the entire time, but at the mention of words like "promise" and "see you there", a flicker

gaze.

"As per your instructions, I hacked Justin's car

smile deepened. "No, I find this conversation invaluable. Clarice,

gaze. "There is one more task I need you

noticed you've been getting along well with my brother lately. Apart from Ms. Thompson, you're the only woman who can get close to him. Your progress is impressive." Grant raised his hand