The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin's eyes were blazing. He walked to Arnold's side, raised his trembling hand, and placed it heavily onto his shoulder.

The two men looked at each other solemnly. No words were needed.

Clarice was drenched in sweat. The evidence was irrefutable. At the moment, she could not think of a way to resolve the situation. All she could do was lash out in frustration, trying to confuse the narrative.

"Even if you have that report, at most, it only proves that Justin did not take drugs. It was all a misunderstanding! What evidence do you have that Mr. Grant was behind all this?"

Bella's expression was cold as frost. She approached Clarice step by step, her lips curving into a faint, mocking smile. "If it has nothing to do with the Boss, then does that mean it was all your own doing?"

Clarice's eyes widened in fury. She blurted out, "The Boss and I have never-

Suddenly, she froze.

Cold sweat erupted over her scalp, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.

Boss in front of

fault... That wretched woman! She

that moment, Grant's pale face betrayed no

at his temple revealed

forward,

call this a misunderstanding? Because of you, my best friend was falsely accused of drug use! His reputation was ruined. He was detained in the interrogation room for days, only to be stripped of his position as the president once he got out. The entire corporation condemned

insulted and slandered him! And now you think you can brush it all off with a single word misunderstanding? If I killed your

words were harsh, but every syllable struck with undeniable

face was drained of color. She could barely stand as her legs

forward, snapping photos of the diagnosis

drafted articles at lightning speed, pairing them with images

dominated the

I say, the Boss?" Bella gazed at