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.

normal, his pace

he took off in a sprint. Hurrying into the restroom, he locked the door and knelt by the toilet. His

"Urgh-!"

With a guttural retch,

looked utterly disheveled. Bloodshot eyes betrayed a depth

But then, he smiled.

years, he

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

8

Grant welcomed his prominent guests at Savrow's most exclusive

a glass of rare, expensive wine that had been acquired at

Savrow's high-society elite, including Theodore, the councilman overseeing the

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

a sip before adding, "Back then, I knew he wouldn't last

"Not justice; what doesn't belong to him can't

Young Master Grant. How could anyone think otherwise? Justin

the mockery continued, Grant

he sipped from a teacup, his refined

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

I should collaborate more often!" Theodore, who was

of calculation flickered in his eyes. "Then Mr.

into the night. Theodore eventually excused himself

the private room door burst open with a loud bang. Grant's secretary stumbled in, panic etched on his