"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

as he

"But you- "

"Get out!"

Clarice

to look at the heavy

of Grant's anger lingered in her mind, leaving her

lose his composure like that. What exactly had

flipped through the photographs one by one, his veins bulging as he clenched them in his

caged like an animal, trapped in a filthy

beating him-men who had taken these

five ruthless kidnappers led by

in the cage was Grant, who was

usually composed gaze turned blood-red with rage, and his trembling fingers crumpled the photos

that moment, his phone vibrated.

cold hatred surged through

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