"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.

unwell?" Clarice noticed his

as he forced

"But you- "

"Get out!"

Clarice quickly retreated from the

turned back to look at the heavy wooden panels, her heart

lingered in her mind, leaving her

composure like that. What

through the photographs one by one, his veins bulging as he

in a filthy dog kennel. His body was battered and bruised, his spirit

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

kidnappers led by

was now the impeccably dressed president

blood-red with rage, and his

his phone vibrated. [Private

wave of cold hatred surged through

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