The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant tilted his chin slightly. His gaze was violent and chilly, completely unlike his usual self.

"They say wolves travel a thousand miles for meat, while hyenas do so for scraps. Ms. Gold, are you trying to prove through your actions that you belong to the latter?"

"s-Sir, please calm down..."

Clarice, her face still marked by the imprint of a slap, trembled with fear. Blood drained from her face as she stammered, "I-I'm stupid. I don't understand. What have I done wrong? Please, enlighten me..."

Grant said, eyes closing as he reclined lazily in his chair, "When speaking to Justin, all you need to do is hint. There's no need to spell things out."

He continued, "But tonight, during my critical confrontation with him, you chose the worst possible moment to bring up the kidnapping incident from twenty years ago."

Clarice was bewildered. "But... You were his savior. That's a fact! Reminding him of it should only make him feel indebted to you!"

Grant let out a soft, mocking laugh, his half-lidded eyes gleaming faintly. "Indebted? He's forgotten his feelings for Bella entirely. Do you think he'd care about what I did for him?

It's a double-edged sword. His coldness doesn't just

word you say plants another seed of doubt in his mind. I can accept the fallout from tonight, but from this moment on,

Won't this eventually lead to a direct conflict between the two of you?" "Conflict is inevitable," Grant replied coolly. "And

then, his lips curled into a cold, confident smile. "It doesn't matter. By the time he realizes it, everything will

Ian drove Justin

at the rearview mirror and noticing Justin's pale

drooped weakly, his breaths unsteady.

were here. At least he could help

neurosurgeon. I have a gunshot wound. What could

thoughts suddenly wandered

extraordinary, brilliant. They had been through countless life-threatening moments together. He could not ignore her. She lingered in his thoughts, unbidden, especially after last night. The guilt and remorse weighed heavily

Ian gripped the steering wheel tightly in frustration. "How else would he know you were injured? How did he time everything so perfectly to stir up trouble with Chairman Thompson? He's like some upgraded

betrayal, his phone had been equipped with anti hacking and anti surveillance software.

barely communicated over the phone. So how