The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

For some people, no matter how many times they were to live their life again or how much their appearance changes, they could never shed their innate nature.

Clarice thought, 'He is just as infuriating as that bitch, Bella.'

"Jace is right. Only the Ace guests hold the highest prestige." Grant narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone casual. "I may not be one, but I am quite familiar with one of the guests with the Ace of Spades here."

As he spoke, the servant led them to an imposing, massive, and ornate door.

With a deep rumble, the door swung open, revealing a world shrouded in mist, filled with decadent indulgence. It was a stark contrast to the solemn silence outside. The abrupt divide was almost blinding.

From the second floor onward, private boxes lined the space, each shrouded in dim light. The figures within were impossible to make out, distant shadows that resembled eerie clay dolls perched in their seats.

However, on the stage in front of them, a scene unfolded that left Clarice on the verge of screaming in horror. Even Jace, a man with nerves of steel, visibly tensed, his pupils contracting in shock.

Several naked young women were confined within glass cages, suspended high above the ground. Each wore a metal collar around their neck, moving about in varying states of distress-some crawled, some trembled, while others cowered in the corners.

These women were reduced to something less than

embodiment

Is this human trafficking?!" Clarice's

deeds, this display of depravity shattered what little remained of her moral compass, leaving

Grant replied lazily, a hint of irritation in his

voice trembling. "Then... What

darkened. "Their bodies. Skin alone is worthless. But their blood, their organs?

enough time at the RC. Institute to

immortality and eternal youth by draining young women of their blood. The

all was beyond comprehension,

the despairing girls onstage, and an uncomfortable tightness gripped his chest. He instinctively wanted to

duty bound him to stay. As Grant's bodyguard, Jace could not take

to lead them up to a private box, stopping at the

aside, and