"Sir." Clarice immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

"What are you doing here?" Grant strode leisurely to the sofa and sat down, his gaze cool and distant as it fell upon her.

Clarice quickly explained, "Half an hour ago, I received a package addressed to you from the administrative secretary. I thought it might be something important and didn't want too many people handling it, so I waited for you to return and open it yourself."

"A package?" Grant's brows furrowed slightly.

Who would send a package to him at the Salvador Corporation headquarters? The thought seemed odd.

Clarice handed it over with both hands. Grant took it and opened it in front of her.

After unwrapping layer after layer, all that remained was a plain white envelope.

His expression darkened slightly, irritation flashing across his face as though he had been toyed with. Lowering his gaze, he tore open the envelope.

Inside the envelope was a stack of photos. He pinched the corner of one and slowly pulled it out.

Grant's pupils contracted violently, and his previously composed face drained of color.

are you all right? Do you feel unwell?" Clarice noticed his sudden change in demeanor and asked

jaw tightened as

"But you- "

"Get out!"

his sharp tone, Clarice quickly retreated from

the door, she turned back to look at the

anger lingered in her mind,

never seen him lose his composure like that. What

Grant flipped through the photographs one by one, his veins bulging

the photos was caged like an animal, trapped in a filthy dog kennel. His body was battered and bruised, his spirit utterly

beating him-men who had taken

kidnappers led by Jeremy

who was now the impeccably dressed president

rage, and his trembling fingers crumpled the

moment, his phone

hatred surged through him as he

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