"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.

all right? Do you feel unwell?" Clarice noticed his sudden change in

jaw tightened as he forced

"But you- "

"Get out!"

tone, Clarice quickly retreated

door, she turned back to look at the heavy wooden

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

lose his composure like that. What

by one, his veins bulging as he

photos was caged like an animal, trapped in a filthy

beating him-men who had taken

were the same five ruthless kidnappers led

the cage was Grant, who was now the

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

that moment, his phone vibrated. [Private

of cold hatred surged through him as

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