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.

He turned

Bang!

Justin kicked the base

himself after clutching the armrest, but the incident left

leaped with glee. 'Serves

Grant. "But I despise those who fake being crippled to garner sympathy. If you're truly paralyzed, I wish

Justin turned and left, vanishing with Ian

wheelchair, his eyes blazing red. With a roar, he kicked the chair over, sending it crashing

vibrated. Breathing heavily, he answered, his voice

"Is it done?"

before replying respectfully, "We've got her. Do you want

use is a corpse?" Grant shut his bloodshot eyes, trying to suppress the fury stirred by Justin. His voice was

the mountain, the blizzard howled through

pierced by a bullet. Despite her fierce resistance, she was outnumbered and overpowered.

way as Clarice approached leisurely, wrapped in a luxurious white fur coat. Careful not to soil her expensive boots, she stopped

glinting with disdain. "Christopher met his miserable end because of his

at the icy

He spent his life pining for Bella, never to have her. So he settled for you, a counterfeit, to console himself," Clarice said, kicking a stone at Yvonne's motionless body. Her gaze brimmed