The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

This decision came with risks.

It meant they were temporarily placing all their bets on Jace's character.

"Grant doesn't control someone for no reason. If someone ends up in his hands, he'll ensure they're used to their fullest potential," Justin said, his voice heavy with concern. "We have to figure out what Grant is planning. That's the only way we have a shot at finding Yvonne!"

*

The press conference was scheduled for 5:00 p.m. on Saturday, in the main conference hall of the Salvador Hotel.

The clock had just struck 3:00 p.m.

In the Salvador Corporation President's Office, Grant sat stiffly on the sofa with a grim expression.

Clarice stood beside him, trembling as she carefully tended to the wound on his left ear, wrapping it in gauze.

It had only been two days since he was shot. The torn flesh had been stitched back together, leaving a hideous, centipede-like scar that was impossible to hide unless he wore a long wig. Grant, who had once seemed refined and graceful, now appeared shrouded in darkness. A chilling presence radiated from him, putting those nearby on edge.

stammered, "I-I'm sorry, sir... I did

artist, and Grant's wound was still bleeding and oozing pus in the

truly a ruthless and bold man.

Savrow for three days and staking out the Thompson family residence, hoping for a chance to get back at

stumbled back, trembling with fear. She could tell he was growing impatient

sinister, aggressive side of him was emerging, like a

had to be extra cautious in

same drugs that Jace had been given? She did not want to become

snapping her back

to the report, she ended the

trying to find another

closed his eyes, his face turned

down the venue during the press conference and station guards everywhere, to block Dr. Wagner from

first, Grant did

getting rid