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

the door and knelt by

"Urgh-!"

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

cold, sticky saliva. Jace looked utterly disheveled. Bloodshot

But then, he smiled.

years, he smiled a genuine, heartfelt

strikingly handsome

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his prominent guests at Savrow's most exclusive club in its

glass of rare, expensive wine that had been acquired at

were Savrow's high-society elite, including Theodore, 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 stubborn and

wouldn't last as the president of Salvador Corporation. Looks

"Not justice; what doesn't

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

mockery continued, Grant remained

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

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

Theodore, who was usually very nitpicky with

glint of calculation flickered in his eyes. "Then Mr. Savoy, I'll

eventually excused himself and

loud bang. Grant's secretary stumbled in, panic