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,

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

"Urgh-!"

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

his face streaked with cold, sticky saliva. Jace looked utterly disheveled. Bloodshot eyes betrayed a depth of exhaustion

But then, he smiled.

first time in years, he smiled a

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

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

swirled a glass of rare, expensive wine that had been

Theodore, the

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 him before

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

in, "Not justice; what doesn't

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

mockery continued, Grant

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

said smoothly. "Mr.

who

calculation flickered in his eyes. "Then Mr.

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

open with a loud bang. Grant's secretary stumbled in, panic etched