The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant whispered to himself, "Grandpa, you truly favor him. But how much longer can you protect him?"

Grant's smile no longer carried the charm of a gentle breeze. Instead, it resembled a

venomous serpent, cold and menacing, with eyes like a bottomless abyss. "Don't you realize that the more you shield him, the more harm you do to him?"

"Sir." Clarice hurried over, bowing deeply before him. "The task has been completed."

Grant glanced at her, and she immediately understood. Pushing his wheelchair, she escorted him to the lounge to speak privately.

"That Old Master Nigel is infuriating!" Clarice fumed on his behalf. "Who does Justin think he is? You're the one who should inherit the Salvador Corporation! Even now, the old man is hell-bent on protecting that illegitimate child. Is he senile?!"

"It's to be expected." Grant's smile lingered, though it never reached his eyes. "To Grandpa, Justin is his true grandson. After all, he's been estranged from me for a long time."

"How utterly detestable! He can't even distinguish between close and distant ties!" Clarice was livid, stomping her foot in frustration. "Even though I bribed Dr. Wagner to confirm that Justin abused illegal substances, with the old man guarding him, it still seems impossible to bring him down or to utterly destroy him!"

faintly, a hint of mockery in his gaze. You

him! I'd kill him myself if I could, carve him up, and feed him to the dogs!" Recalling her downfall from being the pampered daughter of the Gold family to a ruined woman begging on the streets, Clarice

the vulgar curses she

carrying a hint of laziness. "To hate so deeply means you

Sir! You are the only one in my heart. There's never been anyone else, not even Justin! Back then, I was too young, too naive,

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I've never experienced either. That's why I envy you for having hate. I also envy my brother for having

Justin, nor for his grandfather or anyone else. It

only because he

then, Clarice's phone rang. The caller ID displayed Jace's

Clarice answered,

checked. There's nothing." Jace's voice was icy

many surveillance cameras inside and out, you're telling me not a single one captured

don't believe me, come check yourself." With that, Jace coldly ended the call,