The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2419

Chapter 2419

Justin descended the stairs with long, rapid strides. Each of his steps felt more urgent than the last. Trailing behind him was Tan, running to keep up.

As they entered the living room, Justin caught sight of Grant seated alone in his wheelchair, with an upright and composed posture. Their gazes locked, tension crackling like a drawn blade.

"Going out so late, Justin? Where are you heading?" Grant's lips curled into a faint smile, his tone light yet probing.

Ian clenched his fists, barely suppressing the urge to kick over the wheelchair and wipe the smug expression off Grant's face.

"You? Awake at this hour?" Justin's voice was cold, his thin lips parting briefly, "Seems your half-disabled body has quite the stamina.' "You look anxious, Justin. Is there something urgent? Do you need my help?" Grant ignored the sarcasm, his smile unwavering. "It's none of your concern." With that, Justin strode past him like a cold gust of wind.

"Justin," Grant called out, his tone calm yet sharp. "Many things and people have nothing to do with you. Why insist on wading into the muddy waters and inviting trouble for yourself?"

Justin's steps faltered briefly, a chill creeping into his chest.

This so-called elder brother of his never wasted words. Behind his gentle facade was a sophisticated mind capable of causing chaos without lifting a finger.

To the outside world, Grant appeared to be a saint. But beneath that polished exterior lurked a cesspool of corruption, gnawed away by deceit and cruelty.

narrowed. He turned and

Bang!

Justin kicked the base of

after clutching

with glee. 'Serves him

those who fake being crippled to garner sympathy. If you're truly paralyzed, I wish you a

and left, vanishing with Ian through the front door

rose from the wheelchair, his eyes blazing

moment, his phone vibrated. Breathing

"Is it done?"

replying respectfully, "We've got

to suppress the fury stirred by

the back of the mountain, the

shoulder pierced by a bullet. Despite her fierce resistance, she was outnumbered and overpowered. Iler body was battered and bleeding. The once-pristine snow beneath her turned crimson with

wrapped in a luxurious white fur coat. Careful

or later," Clarice sneered, her eyes glinting with disdain. "Christopher met his miserable end because of his foolish mercy. When your precious Pivotage fell, he should've put

nearly blended with the snow. Trembling fingers clawed at the icy ground, the searing

pining for Bella, never to have her. So he settled for you, a counterfeit, to