The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

This situation had spiraled far beyond Jack's expectations, layered with complexities and hidden agendas.

Justin sat tall, his posture straight and demeanor upright, exuding an air of righteous confidence.

His military background shone through, his presence steady and commanding completely at odds with someone allegedly controlled by drug addiction.

"I didn't know it was a drug," Justin added, his tone calm yet resolute. "As you mentioned, this is a new designer drug that only emerged in Savrow two months ago. Even those as experienced as you have just recently encountered it. How could someone like me, with no prior exposure, recognize it?"

Justin's piercing gaze met Jack's.

"Secondly, if I had known, I would never have taken it. My body is already facing health challenges. Adding drug use would be suicidal. Do you think I value my life so little?"

He paused, his words sharp and unwavering. "Am I so tired of living that I'd dig my own grave?"

Jack hesitated, grappling with the sheer conviction emanating from Justin. His argument was logical, his presence commanding. It was difficult to reconcile this man with the image of a drug addict.

his tone measured but firm. "Captain Lowe, I suggest you summon Dr. Amaryllis for questioning immediately. If she was the one providing the medication, she must know its origin. Furthermore, if

physician. You have to consider the likelihood that she planted the drugs in his office." Jack froze. Clarence's reasoning struck a chord, raising questions he had

into the night. Gregory sat in his armchair in his study at Tideview Manor, his chest heavy with frustration. His expression was clouded with worry as

drugs? That's not the son I know," Gregory muttered, his voice laced with

cup of tea and placed it before his father. "I'll handle Justin's situation. I'll get him out as

market opens, our stock prices will plummet again!" Gregory clenched

secure the A5 project, the stock

pressing a hand to his throbbing temple. "I still don't believe Justin would take drugs. Despite my disagreements with him,

stress. Between his illness, work,

this isn't your concern," Grant interrupted coldly, his tone

but she quickly stepped back, her lips

sighed, rubbing his temples. "With the project looming and Justin caught up in this mess, I'll have