The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"If my condition acts up, I'll take the pill." Jace stared at the pill in his palm with a cold expression, his gaze blank and distant.

"The Boss instructed me to make sure you take it," Clarice replied, her smile sharp and mocking.

Jace's brows furrowed as a chill ran through him. "Why?"

"It's the Boss's order. Why bother asking?" Clarice's eyes glearned with malice. Her smirk was wicked. "What's the matter? Are you afraid the Boss wants to harm you? Have you lost faith in him?"

Jace's breath caught in his throat. "No,"

"Jace, you swore an oath to the Boss. Don't you remember that you promised to serve him loyally for life no matter what happens?" Clarice raised her chin, her voice cold and disdainful.

"Even if he handed you poison, you should just swallow it without a second thought. Isn't that what you pledged to? So why are you hesitating now? Don't disappoint him, Jace."

The overwhelming pressure grew unbearable.

Jace felt as if the cold barrel of a gun were pressed against his back, forcing him closer to the edge of a cliff. One more step, and he would plummet into a bottomless abyss, shattering on the rocks below.

His jaw tightened as he opened the pill bottle.

Under Clarice's sharp gaze, he took a pill and swallowed it.

"Good. Always remember that you belong to the Boss. Never forget where your loyalty lies."

With that, Clarice chuckled mockingly, her posture haughty as she turned and walked away.

Jace kept a neutral expression as he moved forward.

seemed normal, his

he locked the door and knelt by the toilet. His bloodshot eyes widened

"Urgh-!"

broad back arched in pain as his body convulsed violently. With a guttural retch, the blue pill tumbled out of his throat and fell into the

looked utterly disheveled. Bloodshot eyes betrayed a depth of

But then, he smiled.

years, he smiled a genuine,

smile bore an uncanny resemblance to the strikingly handsome gentleman

8

Savrow's

rare, expensive wine

elite, including Theodore, the councilman overseeing

tipsy but still cheerful. Raising his glass, he continued, "You're far better than your younger brother, who's impossible to deal

chuckled, taking a sip before adding, "Back then, I knew he wouldn't last as the president of Salvador

doesn't belong to him can't

Grant. How could anyone think otherwise? Justin thought being president made him the heir to the Salvador

mockery continued,

raising a wine glass, he sipped from a teacup, his refined demeanor standing out against

Grant said smoothly. "Mr. Savoy, I hope you

often!" Theodore, who was usually very

his eyes. "Then Mr. Savoy,

excused himself and left, unable to keep up due to his

private room door burst open with a loud bang.