The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2304

At the back of the orphanage, a black Maybach sat quietly at the roadside with its headlights off.

Not long after, a figure stealthily emerged from the rear door and swiftly got into the car.

"Ms. Amaryllis, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," The woman said respectfully.

In the dim light, Clarice sat arrogantly with her legs crossed, her gaze indifferent as she handed the woman a brown envelope. "You did well this morning."

The woman accepted it, felt its thickness, and grinned widely. "Cutting a brake line was no big deal, just a small task."

Clarice did not bother to look at the lowly person, her expression cold and indifferent. "By the way, did you find the information I asked for? About all the volunteers and staff at the orphanage?"

"Yes, yes! I've been working here for over ten years. This kind of thing is easy!" The woman took out a stack of documents from her bag and handed them to Clarice with both hands.

Clarice took them and began scanning through the pages carefully.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted as she sharply pulled out one of the documents. The photo showed a beautiful woman with a striking resemblance to Bella, Christopher's former companion. It was Yvonne!

"This woman is a volunteer here?" Clarice asked suspiciously.

"Yes, Ms. Amaryllis. Ms. Smith has been volunteering at the orphanage for over two years. Not only that, but she donates to us every year. She's well-regarded around here."

Noticing Clarice's unsettled demeanor, the woman asked curiously, "Is there an issue with her?"

Clarice's voice turned cold. "Is she still volunteering here?"

They're giving their time freely anyway. She's been dedicated for over two years, which is a lot. Most people would've quit

there was a woman named Summer

Brown? Never heard of her. It's

contemplation. The more she thought about it, the more she

shown up, while Yvonne,

missing for

if they had met before. Although she was a stranger, there was something familiar about

Clarice as her gaze turned

into a parking spot in the hospital's underground parking

made his way to the

steady, slightly wavering steps echoing and

car accident flashed through his mind. His brother had rushed to save her and

throbbed with indescribable pain, as if an invisible

the ward when the door suddenly opened. Grant,

his breathing became labored as he

the bright, empty hallway, the brothers faced

statue, stood in contrast to Grant, who sat obscured in the darkness. His pale, sickly features were barely visible, like a ghostly figure lurking in the

a moment, Justin found himself unable to hold back any longer. He strode toward

Grant suddenly smiled and extended his

you here so late?" Grant asked,

hoarse. "I heard Ms. Thompson was in a

injury flaring up. She needs rest,"

to

already asleep," Grant said, his gaze dark and