The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Jace's sharp gaze immediately locked onto Lucas. His expression hardened as he noticed the nearly naked girl sprawled across the older man's lap.

The girl forced a brittle smile, though her body trembled as Lucas's coarse hands mercilessly groped her soft curves. The dimly lit room reeked of debauchery, filth, and depravity.

Around the girl's neck hung a collar identical to those worn by the girls in the glass cages. Inscribed on it was a series of shocking numbers-a price tag for her existence.

Despite having witnessed countless atrocities while serving Grant, Jace felt a suffocating heaviness settle in his chest as he stepped into this place. The sight of these innocent girls being humiliated and degraded twisted his heart with an inexplicable pain.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Jace turned away, his fists unconsciously clenching until his knuckles whitened.

The thick velvet curtain fell, sealing the sordid scene from view.

Moments later, a towering bodyguard emerged, as he politely but firmly asked them to leave.

Jace spun on his heel and departed without hesitation, but Clarice lingered, glancing back repeatedly.

Since being employed by Grant, she has always been present during his dealings with others, no matter how sensitive or dangerous.

Justin or Christopher, Grant had never asked her to step

was different. Her curiosity surged, tinged with

across Lucas's face. His narrowed eyes glearned with malice, their expression as predatory as the twisted

you been?" Grant's lips curled into a polite smile, though the stiffness in

me and these young, beautiful girls nourishing me, how could I not be?" Lucas' laugh was laced with

from his coat pocket. Covering his mouth and nose, he coughed lightly, then said, "Uncle, you

dear nephew speaks sense!" Lucas' laughter abruptly ceased as he

her eyes squeezed shut as she stifled a scream. A red, blistering scar marred her once-pristine flesh,

Lucas barked,

her feet, tears streaming down her face. Clutching her arms

gave way to a shrewd businessman, though his arrogance remained. He regarded Grant not as a relative

you here is simple. You've been back in Savrow for some time now. How are things progressing with the

in front of Grant. He picked up the cup, sniffing the

are still underway," Grant