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

Hurrying into the restroom, he locked the door and knelt by the toilet. His bloodshot eyes widened as he thrust his fingers deep into

"Urgh-!"

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

entire body trembled, his face streaked with cold, sticky saliva. Jace looked utterly disheveled.

But then, he smiled.

the first time in years, he smiled a

resemblance to the strikingly handsome gentleman in the Thompson

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fell, Grant welcomed his prominent guests at Savrow's most exclusive club

of rare, expensive wine that had

including Theodore, the councilman overseeing the

you President Salvador now," Theodore slurred, sounding tipsy but still cheerful. Raising his glass, he continued, "You're far better than your younger brother, who's impossible to deal with. He's so stubborn and inflexible. I had the misfortune of crossing paths with

adding, "Back then, I knew he wouldn't last as the president of Salvador Corporation. Looks like justice prevailed

doesn't belong to him can't

Salvador Corporation belongs to Young Master Grant. How could anyone think otherwise? Justin thought being

the mockery continued,

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

smoothly.

course not! President Salvador, you and I should collaborate more often!" Theodore, who was usually very nitpicky

was calm, though a glint of calculation flickered in his eyes. "Then

revelry carried on late into the night. Theodore eventually excused himself and left, unable

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