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.

Grant. In fact, Christopher practically revered Grant, emulating his habits

get closer to their idol and strive to

her phone and playing

the mention of words like "promise" and "see you there", a flicker of chilling darkness crept into

gaze.

stirred in his chest, causing his brow to furrow slightly. "As per your instructions, I hacked Justin's car and intercepted this conversation," Clarice said with a sigh, her tone carrying a

deepened. "No, I find this conversation invaluable. Clarice, you did

an inscrutable gaze. "There is one more task I need you to handle."

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