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 pace

out of the surveillance cameras' sight, he took off in a sprint. Hurrying into the restroom, he locked the door and knelt by the toilet. His bloodshot eyes widened as he

"Urgh-!"

a guttural retch, the blue pill tumbled

face streaked with cold, sticky saliva. Jace looked utterly disheveled. Bloodshot eyes betrayed a depth of exhaustion and torment never

But then, he smiled.

years, he smiled a

his smile bore an uncanny resemblance to the strikingly handsome gentleman in the Thompson family portrait hanging in the grand

8

prominent guests at Savrow's

glass of rare, expensive wine that had been acquired

high-society elite, including Theodore, the councilman overseeing the A5

impossible to deal with. He's so stubborn and inflexible. I had the misfortune of crossing paths with him before I became a councilman and

then, I knew he wouldn't last as the president of Salvador Corporation.

in, "Not justice; what doesn't belong to him

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

the mockery continued, Grant

he sipped from a

toast with tea," Grant said smoothly. "Mr.

collaborate more often!" Theodore, who was usually very nitpicky with

a glint of calculation flickered in his

Theodore eventually excused himself and left,

with a loud bang. Grant's secretary stumbled