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.

dignity or humanity. These women were reduced to something less than

was a grotesque embodiment of money

Is this human trafficking?!" Clarice's

her share of unsavory deeds, this display of depravity shattered what little remained of her moral

of irritation in his voice. Still, he explained,

pressed further, her voice trembling.

alone is worthless. But their blood, their organs? Those

color. She had spent enough time at the RC. Institute to immediately grasp the underlying implication. Her

families in Meridan sought immortality and eternal youth by draining young women of their blood. The extracted blood or its derivatives were then transfused or consumed, prolonging the

malevolence of it all was beyond comprehension,

deeply. His heart ached at the sight of the despairing girls onstage, and an uncomfortable tightness gripped his chest.

Grant's bodyguard, Jace could not

lead them up to a private box, stopping at the

Salvador, please." The servant pulled the curtain aside, and Grant entered without hesitation, his face devoid of