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.

kept an exquisite, rare parrot at Pivotage because he was deeply influenced by Grant. In fact, Christopher practically revered Grant, emulating his habits and interests, seeing them as symbols of power and wisdom. It was ridiculous, but

inevitably want to get closer to their idol and

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

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

gaze.

stirred in his chest, causing his brow to furrow slightly. "As per your instructions, I hacked Justin's

smile deepened. "No, I find this conversation invaluable. Clarice, you did well." Clarice's face brightened. "Thank

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

Thompson, you're the only woman who can get close to him. Your progress is impressive." Grant raised his hand and fed the