The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2431

"It my condition acts in, til take the pill." Jace stared at the pill in his palm with a cold expression, his gaze blark and distant.

"The Boss instructed me to make sure you take it," Clarice replied. her suille sharp and mucking

Jace's brows forrowed as a chill ran through him. "Why?"

"It's the Boss's order, Why bother asking?" Clarice's eyes gleamed with malice. Jer smick was wicked, "What's the matter? Are you afraid Le Bossweats to Latur you? Have you lost faith in Lin?"

Jace's breath mught in his throat, "No."

"Jace, go swore an oath to the Boss. Don't you remember that you promised to serve him legally for life no matter what happens? Claries raised her chin, her voice cold and distill

"Even if he handed you paisun, you should just swallow it without a second thought. Isn't that what you pledged to! so why are you hestrating now? Don't disappoint atm, Jars"

The overwhelming pressure grew unbeatable.

Jace felt as if the cold barrel of a gun were pressed against his back, forcing him closer to the edge of a cliff. Une more step, and he would phimmer into a horrom less abyss, shattering on the rocks below.

[lis ja tightened he opened the pill bone.

Under Clarice's sharp gaze, he took a pill and swallowed it.

"Goad. Always remember that you belong to the Boss. Never forget where your loyalty lies."

With lat, Clarice chuckled. mockingly, he osture haughty as she tuned and walked away

Jace kept a neutral expression as he moved forward.

Thong

yang seemed normal, his pace hastened.

Once out of the surveillance eneses' sight. He took off in a sprint. Hurrying into the restroom, he loved the door and knelt by the toilet His bloodshot eyes widened as he thrust his fingers deep into his throat.

"Orph

Jace's broad book caired in pain as his body convulsed violently. With a guttural rich, the due pill tounded out of his live und fell inte

the toile bowl

His entire hady rrembled, his face streaked with cold, relay saliva. Jace looked utterly disheveled. Aloadshot eyes berraged a depth of exhaustion and torment never seen before

But then, he sailed.

For the first time in gears, he smiled a gemine, heartfelt smile.

Unbeknownst to him, at that moment, hús saile bore an uncanny resemblance to the strikingly handsome gentleman in the Thompson family portrait hanging in the grand hall uf vara Perk.

As night fell, Grant welcomed his prominent guests at Savrow's most exclusive club in its most luxurious private room. Ho swirled a glass of race, expensive wine that had beer acquired at auction.

Surrounding him were Sevrow's high-society elite, including Theodore, the councilman overseeing the As project i

"Mr. Salvador no, I should call you President salvador now," Theodore slurred, suunding tipsy but still cheerful. Raising his glass, he command, "Yare far better than your yainger brother, who's impossible to deal with. He's so shhorn and Inflexible. I had the misfortune of crossing paths with him betore I became a councilman and the Impression he left is still fresh in my memodes."

He chuided, taking a sip before adding, "Beck then, I knew he wouldn't last as the president of Salvador Corporation. Looks like justice prevailed after all!"

Someone chimed Ln. "Not justice; what doesn't belong to him can't be set!"

"Exactly! The Selvalor Corporation belongs to Young Master Grant. How could anyone think otherwise? Justin hought being president made him the heir to the Salvador legacy. What a joke!"

As the mockery continued, Grant remained composed.

Insteed of raising a wine glass, he sipped from a teacup, his refined demeanor standing out against the rowdy atmosphere.

"I'll teast with tea," Grant said smoothly. "Mr. Savoy, hope you wouldn't mind."

"Of course nor President Salvador, you and I should collaborate more otten!" Theodore, who was usually very altpicky with social lierarchies, waved it off with a hearty laug

Grant's tone was calm, though a glint of calculation flickered in his eyes. "Then Mr. Savoy, I'll count on you for the As project." The revelty carded on lare into the night. Theodore eventually excused himselt and left, unable to keep up due to his age.

suddenly, the private room our burst open with a loud bang Grant's secretary stumbled in, penic etched on his face

"What are you doing?" Clarice snapped.

Dressed in a high-slitted dress, Clarice jumped from where she had been serving tea at Grant's feet and shouted angrily at the secretary. "Can't you see Presiden Salvador has guests? Get out of here!"

Grant remained calm, his voice steady. "What's the matter? speak."

"A man in a black trench coat barged into the club the secretary stammered. "te's taken out all our men and injured them badly! Je's Ike some kind of demon!"

Clarice frowned, puzzled. "A black trench coar?"

Before she could finish, a piercing scream rang out, shattering the tense silence.

Astray bullet whizzed through the air, striking the secretary in Live leg.

He collapsed with a cry as the roam erupted into chaos.

Clarice froze in tear, stumbling backward in a daze

Grant's hand trembled slightly as he held his teacup. Veins bulged on the back of his hand, and his expression darkened.

Beneath his calm exterior, a savage, feral energy seemed ready to explode.

Then, a tall posing tigare entered the room, moving with deliberate pace.

The lavish spece, unce filled with elites, now felt like a somber, deserted graveyard.

The man came alone, ger he exuded the overwhelming presence of a predator.

He wore a black mask, and his dark bangs swept across his torebead. His piercing eyes, sharp as daggers, remained tised on Grant as he approached.