The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the evening, Tan was behind the wheel, driving Justin to meet Nigel.

Along the way, they received news that Clarice had been successfully bailed out.

Enraged, Tan slammed his palm against the steering wheel. "Damn it. Why is it so hard to get rid of that wicked woman?!"

"She is Grant's right hand. One might even say she holds more of his secrets than he can afford to lose." Justin leaned back in his seat, eyes half-closed. His sculpted jaw tensed, silent and sharp. "Until every ounce of Clarice's value is drained, Grant will never let her go. That is how he has always operated."

Ian shook his head, teeth clenched. "Who the hell is she? You told me to dig into her background. But it's clean. Not a single thing came up. What kind of past is she hiding that makes Grant protect her so obsessively? with his power, he could have anyone. Why her? She's like some clueless doll. Half the time she acts like she's making life harder for him on purpose!"

A cold fog settled over Justin's handsome face. His eyes turned sharp, dark, and unreadably deep.

Ian's words stirred something.

Justin pondered. 'Yes. With Grant's reach, he has no shortage of brilliant followers. So why Clarice? Was that even her real name? If the background was fake, the name must be as well.'

Crescent Bay, Bella quietly slipped on her apron and stepped into the kitchen. She prepared a warm, nourishing meal

insisted she stay and eat, so she had to sit and accompany him at

about what

was low. "I've had time to think

held her slender hand. "If you or Justin ever need anything at all... I will give everything I have

a small, quiet smile. Her voice floated like mist. "Grandpa Nigel,

his name, her heart tightened. A dull ache spread through her

eyes and sighed long

my fault. All of it. I covered for him. I should have stopped Grant sooner. I should have called the police when it happened, instead of cleaning up after him... I should not have shielded his crimes. If I had, none of this would be

it, even if he had served ten or twenty years, he would still be here, just like this." Bella paused. Her eyes darkened, gaze heavy. "To truly solve this,

confused. "The root...? What

feel he was different from other children? His mind, perhaps? Because no