The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Christopher's shoulders trembled uncontrollably. His entire body seemed ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

"I don't even have much time left... Does the Boss even deny me this final moment?"

"Christopher, you should actually feel grateful." Clarice shook her head. "If the Boss hadn't saved you back then, you and your mother would have long disappeared in Sentania, unnoticed and unremarked. How could you have enjoyed your successes these past few years? The Boss gave you your life. Now that the Boss wants to reclaim it, you shouldn't harbor any complaints. This drug will stay in your system for 48 hours once injected. Think about it. You'll die peacefully in your sleep. It's far kinder than facing execution or dying from a sudden illness."

A few minutes later, Christopher slumped to the ground, his face ashen, having undergone an injection that felt like a cruel punishment despite its painless nature.

Clarice tucked away the syringe and slipped her hands into the pockets of her white coat. She cast one last disdainful glance at the man on the floor before walking toward the heavy iron door.

"Rosalind Gold!" Christopher suddenly called out another name.

Clarice's step faltered for a moment. However, she did not turn around. She spoke in a cold and dark voice. "Who are you calling? You must've made a mistake."

"Do you think you can get what you desire by just following the Boss like a ruthless killing machine and committing every atrocity?" Hunched over, Christopher let out a mocking laugh. "No matter how many faces you change, no matter how many times you start over... Justin's heart belongs only to Bella. He will never look at you! Let alone love you!"

"Is that so? Perhaps not." Clarice laughed, too. Her gaze was sharp like a blade ready to kill. "Besides, how would you know if I haven't already received what I wanted? Being by the Boss's side is exactly what I desire. I will only move forward and never look back."

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