"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.

you feel unwell?" Clarice noticed his sudden

jaw tightened as

"But you- "

"Get out!"

by his sharp tone, Clarice quickly retreated from the

back to look at

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

him lose his composure like that. What exactly had he

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

animal, trapped in a filthy dog

cage were men taunting and beating him-men who had taken

ruthless kidnappers led

the cage was Grant, who was now the impeccably dressed president of the Salvador

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

his phone

surged through him

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