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.

sharp eyes narrowed. He turned and

Bang!

the

steady himself after

heart leaped with glee. 'Serves

his tall frame looming over Grant. "But I despise those who fake being crippled to garner sympathy. If you're truly paralyzed, I wish you a swift recovery. If you're pretending, then

those words, Justin turned and left, vanishing with Ian through the front

for a long time. Finally, he rose from the wheelchair, his eyes blazing red. With a roar, he kicked the chair over, sending it crashing

moment, his phone vibrated. Breathing heavily,

"Is it done?"

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

a corpse?" Grant shut his bloodshot eyes, trying to suppress the

the back of the mountain, the blizzard howled through

Despite her fierce resistance, she was outnumbered and overpowered. Iler

a luxurious white fur coat. Careful not to

it. A rat 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. When your precious Pivotage fell, he should've put a bullet in

Trembling fingers clawed at the icy ground, the searing cold acted as her only

So he settled for you, a counterfeit,