The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The moment Grant's words fell, Clarice caught the sound of ominous footsteps behind her, like the hiss of a venomous snake slithering through the dark, its tongue flicking coldly in the air.

"Miss Amaryllis, it's been a while."

Clarice whipped around, her eyes wide with shock.

"It's you... Elio Valen?!"

"Oh, you still remember my name." Elio smirked as he brushed past her, heading straight toward Grant's wheelchair. "Now, I'm one of Mr. Salvador's people. I follow only his orders."

Grant lifted the teacup and took a slow sip. "Our team has grown stronger. Isn't that wonderful?"

Clarice stood frozen for a moment, then something clicked. Her eyes widened. "Sir, was Arnold the genius doctor who developed the drug?!"

Grant's smile widened in satisfaction. "Not bad. You're still as sharp as ever."

Elio could not have appeared at a better time.

The answer was now painfully obvious.

Clarice steadied herself and stepped forward, her gaze locked onto Elio's cold, stern face. "So, what's the plan?"

to prove yourself, but we have rules here as well." Grant twirled the teacup lid between his slender, pale fingers, his eyes fixed on the tea leaves. "Anyone who wants to stay by my side must first

lips curled into a dark, sinister smile. "I understand. Since I've chosen to

a brow.

is your biggest problem. I will take care of

Clarice's heart clenched.

Grant Salvador operated. He rarely took action himself. Instead, he wielded his followers as weapons, each

was a tool to be

Elio's deep, amber eyes, her breaths heavy and

in silk. Yet, despite everything, she could not help but wonder if Grant

blinking. "Are you sure? After all, Arnold has the exact same

burned red with hatred. He spat every word through gritted teeth.

but a

vein

will not allow that thing to exist in this world. I will

living, and stealing everything Kairos held dear-even the person Kairos loved most! How can I swallow this humiliation? How can I face my brother if

Elo's venomous words. After a moment, he chuckled. "If that's the case, then Arnold is the least of your concerns. After all, he didn't choose his own face. But

Arnold as

How disgusting!"

knuckles cracked. "Hah... Once I finish dealing

with regret. Besides, if you go after Arnold first, you'll set off a storm within the Thompson family. By then, getting to