The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

After finishing his words, Grant walked away without looking back

Lucas' expression darkened, and a shadow loomed over his brows as he pressed the bell on the desk.

Moments later, the secretary entered respectfully. "Mr. Fowler."

"My dear nephew has been acting less than obedient lately," Lucas said, his tone calm but laced with menace. "It seems he needs a little wake-up call."

Lowering his gaze, Lucas reached for his cigar.

The secretary, sharp and compliant, stepped forward and extended his palm.

Without a flicker of hesitation, Lucas extinguished the cigar in the man's hand. The secretary did not even flinch. "Once you've wrapped up your current tasks, take a trip to Savrow and meet with someone on my behalf."

On the way to the airport after leaving the King's Club, Grant remained quiet, making the car eerily silent, which made Clarice's heart pound with unease.

carried a faint smile on his

he was not smiling, it

why Lucas is no longer in prison and is instead swaggering around Sentania. And if he's here, then

cold sweat but hurriedly replied in a hushed voice. "Even if I'm curious, I wouldn't dare ask unless you wish to tell

his place. That's how Lucas

smile was enigmatic, his tone teasing. "I'm telling you this because there's something you need to do

straightened her posture.

opportunity to visit Fifth Prison. Get the scapegoat

"Get him out?"

reports that he's been restless in there lately. To prevent any

would stir up trouble and attract unwanted attention. You're a prison doctor, so you can find a way to have him

Clarice responded,

buzzed. She glanced

seconds later, her expression stiffened