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.'

Bella quietly slipped on her apron and stepped

eat, so she had

Nigel... about

low. "I've had time

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

mist. "Grandpa Nigel, you've already done enough. Leave the rest to me and

name, her heart tightened.

and sighed long and

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,

years, he would still be here, just like this." Bella paused. Her eyes darkened, gaze

her, confused. "The

feel he was different from other children?