The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



A secluded and serene villa in the eastern suburbs, completely unknown to the world, served as Grant's private residence.

It was early in the morning when Clarice arrived to report what she discovered.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into Jace, who was drenched. His eyes were bloodshot, as though he had not slept in days. The hostility radiating from him and his sharp, wolf-like gaze made Clarice instinctively flinch, compelling her to back away.

"You look terrible." Clarice rolled her eyes at him and knocked on the study door before entering. Jace ignored her jab and followed her in.

Inside the classically styled study, Grant sat in a wheelchair, teasing a parrot in a golden cage before him.

Christopher had also kept an exquisite, rare parrot at Pivotage because he was deeply influenced by Grant. In fact, Christopher practically revered Grant, emulating his habits and interests, seeing them as symbols of power and wisdom. It was ridiculous, but when

someone worshiped an idol, they would inevitably want to get closer to their idol and strive to become like them.

"Sir, here is the recording that I've extracted." Clarice stepped forward, taking out her phone and playing the conversation between Justin and Bella in the car for him and Jace to hear.

Grant maintained his elegant, unreadable smile the entire time, but at the mention of words like "promise" and "see you there", a flicker of chilling darkness crept into his enigmaticNôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

gaze.

Jace listened closely. Despite Bella's resolute voice, he could tell that she was pretending to be strong. An indescribable feeling stirred in his chest, causing his brow to furrow slightly. "As per your instructions, I hacked Justin's car and intercepted this conversation," Clarice said with a sigh, her tone carrying a hint of frustration. "Unfortunately, I couldn't obtain anything more valuable."

Grant's smile deepened. "No, I find this conversation invaluable. Clarice, you did well." Clarice's face brightened. "Thank you, sir."

Grant looked at her with an inscrutable gaze. "There is one more task I need you to handle." "Anything for you, sir!"

"I noticed you've been getting along well with my brother lately. Apart from Ms. Thompson, you're the only woman who can get close to him. Your progress is impressive." Grant raised his hand and fed the parrot leisurely.

Thinking of the gift Justin had accepted from her tonight, Clarice could not hide her satisfaction.

"I wouldn't dare leave any task from you unfinished. But don't worry; I have no other intentions with Justin. Everything I do is for you, sir."

"Tomorrow, I need you to stop Justin from meeting Ms. Thompson."

Clarice froze, suddenly unsure. "Sir, it's not that I don't want to. With other things, it might be possible, but with an appointment with Bella? What reason could I possibly have to stop him? He's incredibly stubborn. Once he makes a promise, he won't break it, even if it means facing a nuclear blast. I'm afraid..."

The corners of Grant's lips curled in a smile, his gaze profound. "That's why I will give you a reason Justin cannot refuse."