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.

eyes narrowed. He

Bang!

warning, Justin kicked the base

violently. He barely managed to steady himself after

with

fake being crippled to garner sympathy. If you're truly paralyzed, I wish you a swift recovery. If you're pretending, then I hope you're stuck in that chair for

Justin turned and left, vanishing with

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

Breathing heavily,

"Is it done?"

other end, Clarice hesitated briefly before replying respectfully, "We've got her.

his bloodshot eyes, trying to suppress the

back of the mountain, the blizzard howled through

sprawled in the snow, her left 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 her blood-a grotesque

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

like you would try something underhanded sooner or later," Clarice sneered, her eyes glinting with disdain. "Christopher met his miserable end because of his foolish mercy.

face nearly blended with the snow. Trembling fingers clawed at the icy ground, the searing cold acted as

So he settled for you, a counterfeit, to console himself," Clarice said, kicking a stone at Yvonne's