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.

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

want to get

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

elegant, unreadable smile the entire time, but at the mention of words like "promise" and

gaze.

Despite Bella's resolute voice, he could tell that she was pretending to be strong. An indescribable feeling 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

Clarice, you did well." Clarice's

one more task I need you to

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