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.

a faint

he was not

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 around Sentania. And if he's here, then who's the one

cold sweat but hurriedly replied in a hushed voice. "Even if I'm

his place. That's how

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

quickly straightened her posture. "Please

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

"Get him out?"

in there lately. To prevent any complications, we can't leave him inside. But we

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

responded,

glanced

later, her expression stiffened and turned