"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

tightened as he forced the

"But you- "

"Get out!"

sharp tone, Clarice quickly retreated from

turned back to look at the heavy

lingered in her mind, leaving

him lose his composure like that. What exactly had he

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

trapped in a filthy

the cage were men taunting and beating him-men

five ruthless kidnappers led by Jeremy

was now the impeccably dressed president of

gaze turned blood-red with rage, and his

moment, his phone

of cold hatred surged through

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