The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The moment Grant's words fell, Clarice caught the sound of ominous footsteps behind her, like the hiss of a venomous snake slithering through the dark, its tongue flicking coldly in the air.

"Miss Amaryllis, it's been a while."

Clarice whipped around, her eyes wide with shock.

"It's you... Elio Valen?!"

"Oh, you still remember my name." Elio smirked as he brushed past her, heading straight toward Grant's wheelchair. "Now, I'm one of Mr. Salvador's people. I follow only his orders."

Grant lifted the teacup and took a slow sip. "Our team has grown stronger. Isn't that wonderful?"

Clarice stood frozen for a moment, then something clicked. Her eyes widened. "Sir, was Arnold the genius doctor who developed the drug?!"

Grant's smile widened in satisfaction. "Not bad. You're still as sharp as ever."

Elio could not have appeared at a better time.

The answer was now painfully obvious.

Clarice steadied herself and stepped forward, her gaze locked onto Elio's cold, stern face. "So, what's the plan?"

"Elio, I know you're eager to prove yourself, but we have rules here as well." Grant twirled the teacup lid between his slender, pale fingers, his eyes fixed on the tea leaves. "Anyone who wants to stay by my side must first offer a token of loyalty. No exceptions."

a dark, sinister smile. "I understand. Since I've chosen to follow you,

raised a

now, Arnold is your biggest problem. I will take care of

Clarice's heart clenched.

rarely took action himself. Instead, he wielded his followers as weapons, each one

into his circle was a tool to be used until

into Elio's deep, amber eyes, her breaths heavy

He was a serpent with a charming face-a devil wrapped in silk. Yet,

blinking. "Are you sure? After all, Arnold has the

every word through gritted teeth. "My brother was one

but a

vein

that thing to exist in this world. I will destroy

his face, breathing, living, and stealing everything Kairos held dear-even the person Kairos loved most! How can I swallow

the room heavy with Elo's venomous words. After a moment, he chuckled. "If that's the case, then Arnold is the least of your concerns. After all, he didn't choose his own face. But Asher Thompson is

Arnold as a

How disgusting!"

clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. "Hah... Once I finish dealing with that Larson

head slightly, his smile almost gentle. "Slow down. Rash actions lead to long nights filled with regret. Besides, if you go after Arnold first, you'll set off a storm within the Thompson family. By then, getting to Asher will be almost

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