The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2359

Chapter 2359

For some people, no matter how many times they were to live their life again or how much their appearance changes, they could never shed their innate nature.

Clarice thought, 'He is just as infuriating as that bitch, Bella.'

"Jace is right. Only the Ace guests hold the highest prestige." Grant narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone casual. "I may not be one, but I am quite familiar with one of the guests with the Ace of Spades here."

As he spoke, the servant led them to an imposing, massive, and ornate door.

With a deep rumble, the door swung open, revealing a world shrouded in mist, filled with decadent indulgence. It was a stark contrast to the solemn silence outside. The abrupt divide was almost blinding.

From the second floor onward, private boxes lined the space, each shrouded in dim light. The figures within were impossible to make out, distant shadows that resembled eerie clay dolls perched in their seats.

However, on the stage in front of them, a scene unfolded that left Clarice on the verge of screaming in horror. Even Jace, a man with nerves of steel, visibly tensed, his pupils contracting in shock.

ground. Each wore a metal collar

devoid of dignity or humanity. These women were reduced to something less

grotesque embodiment of money reigning

human trafficking?!" Clarice's eyes were wide

unsavory deeds, this display of depravity shattered what

in his voice. Still, he explained,

pressed further, her voice trembling.

their blood, their organs? Those are priceless commodities. Take their blood,

to immediately grasp the underlying implication. Her scalp tingled as an icy dread seeped

circulated that certain elite families in Meridan sought immortality and eternal youth by draining young women of their blood. The extracted blood or its derivatives were then transfused or consumed, prolonging the lives of the rich at unimaginable

of it all was beyond comprehension, horrifying in

deeply. His heart ached at the sight of the despairing girls onstage, and an uncomfortable tightness gripped his chest. He instinctively wanted to leave, to turn his back on this

bound him to stay. As Grant's bodyguard, Jace could not take

lead them up to a private box, stopping at the entrance to a heavy velvet

Salvador, please." The servant pulled the curtain aside, and Grant entered without hesitation, his face devoid of

second before the curtain fell back into place, both Clarice and Jace caught a glimpse of the man inside. A middle-aged man sat there, his deep-set eyes and aquiline nose giving him a predatory air. Dressed in an exquisitely tailored crimson velvet suit, his slicked-back hair gleamed under