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

locked the door and knelt

"Urgh-!"

violently. With a guttural retch, the blue pill tumbled out of his throat and fell into

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

But then, he smiled.

time in years, he smiled

uncanny resemblance to the strikingly handsome gentleman in the Thompson family portrait

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

of rare, expensive wine that had been acquired

high-society elite, including Theodore, the

glass, he continued, "You're far better than your younger brother, who's impossible to deal with.

"Back then, I knew he wouldn't last

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

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

continued, Grant remained

raising a wine glass, he sipped from a teacup, his

said smoothly. "Mr. Savoy,

you and I should collaborate more often!" Theodore, who was usually very nitpicky with social hierarchies, waved it off

in his eyes. "Then Mr. Savoy, I'll count on you for

eventually excused himself

the private room door burst open with a loud bang.