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.

Grant always carried a faint smile on his

he was not smiling, it meant

Grant suddenly spoke. His half-lidded eyes revealed a glimmer of cold calculation. His pale lips parted slowly. "You're curious why Lucas is no longer in prison and is instead swaggering

broke out in a cold sweat but hurriedly replied in a hushed voice. "Even if I'm curious, I wouldn't

a scapegoat to take his

tone teasing. "I'm telling you this because there's something you need

straightened her posture. "Please give your

you return to Savrow, find an opportunity to visit Fifth Prison. Get the

"Get him out?"

restless in there lately. To prevent any complications,

growing languid, almost lazy. "A sudden, unexplained death in prison would stir up

Clarice responded, grasping the underlying

buzzed. She glanced at the screen and

later, her expression stiffened and