The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



Chapter 2410

"Sir." Clarice immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

"What are you doing here?" Grant strode leisurely to the sofa and sat down, his gaze cool and distant as it fell upon her.

Clarice quickly explained, "Half an hour ago, I received a package addressed to you from the administrative secretary. I thought it might be something important and didn't want too many people handling it, so I waited for you to return and open it yourself."

"A package?" Grant's brows furrowed slightly.

Who would send a package to him at the Salvador Corporation headquarters? The thought seemed odd.

Clarice handed it over with both hands. Grant took it and opened it in front of her.

After unwrapping layer after layer, all that remained was a plain white envelope.

His expression darkened slightly, irritation flashing across his face as though he had been toyed with. Lowering his gaze, he tore open the envelope.

Inside the envelope was a stack of photos. He pinched the corner of one and slowly pulled it out.

Grant's pupils contracted violently, and his previously composed face drained of color.

"Sir, are you all right? Do you feel unwell?" Clarice noticed his sudden change in demeanor and asked with concern.

"Leave." His jaw tightened as he forced the words out.

"But you- "

"Get out!"

Startled by his sharp tone, Clarice quickly retreated from the office.

Standing outside the door, she turned back to look at the heavy wooden panels, her heart pounding.

The image of Grant's anger lingered in her mind, leaving her both uneasy and curious.

She had never seen him lose his composure like that. What exactly had he seen?

Inside the office, Grant flipped through the photographs one by one, his veins bulging as he clenched them in his trembling hands.

The boy in the photos was caged like an animal, trapped in a filthy dog kennel. His body was battered and bruised, his spirit utterly broken.

Surrounding the cage were men taunting and beating him-men who had taken these very photos.

They were the same five ruthless kidnappers led by Jeremy Mateo years ago.

The boy in the cage was Grant, who was now the impeccably dressed president of the Salvador Corporation.

His usually composed gaze turned blood-red with rage, and his trembling fingers crumpled the photos into a ball.

At that moment, his phone vibrated. [Private Number.]

A wave of cold hatred surged through him as he answered.

"Hello." Grant's voice was icy, laced with venom.

"My dear nephew..." Lucas's casual, mocking tone came through. "You must be riding high, taking up your new position. It's such a shame that I couldn't be there to celebrate with you. So, I had to send you a little gift. Did you like it?"

"Thank you for the surprise. It was quite memorable." Grant's voice was hoarse, restrained yet dark.

"You're a man of great power and influence now, and you've always been resourceful. This gift was just a reminder to stay humble and never forget your roots."

Lucas chuckled lazily, his words dripping with menace. "Oh, by the way, Jeremy Mateo only received a life sentence, not the death penalty. His brother, Jett Mateo, is still alive. After wandering abroad for years, rumor has it he's back in Savrow."

Grant clenched his jaw. "Uncle, I know what I need to do. There's no need for such theatrics."

"Years ago, you endured the humiliation and emerged unbroken. I'm sure you can handle this minor challenge too. After all, we Fowlers are no ordinary people." Lucas's voice abruptly dropped, becoming chillingly serious. "Regarding the A5 project, I want shares." "This is Savrow, not Sentania."

"If you can't meet my demands, Grant, you know what I'll do next. A presidency obtained through scheming isn't exactly a stable position, wouldn't you agree?"

The call ended abruptly.

Grant sat motionless on the sofa for a long time, his eyes bloodshot. Suddenly, he lashed out, hurling his phone with all his strength.novelbin

It smashed into the wall-mounted television, shattering both the tv and the phone.