The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1920

Far away in Meridan, in a serene tea room with smoke curling up, Grant and Clarice sat opposite each other behind an exquisite screen, playing chess.

The man was dressed in pure white, his face as beautiful as a portrait, exuding an otherworldly elegance like a celestial being descending to the mortal realm.

"Sir, we've got news from Savrow. Bethany has completely been abandoned by Chairman Salvador." Clarice said softly, "The paternity test report you revealed at the press conference really gave Chairman Salvador a huge blow."

"It's as expected."

Grant lowered his eyes, carrying a hint of indifference. "Shannon is useless. What waves could her daughter stir up? I've known for many years that Bethany is not of Salvador blood. I also know everything Shannon did in secret."

"You knew all along? But why didn't you expose them earlier?"

Clarice was surprised. "Shannon relied on her status as the mistress of the Salvador family all these years to use the Salvador Corporation to gather wealth. Aren't you worried? What if she got the company shares? What if she controlled the Salvador Corporation through Gregory? Aren't you concerned that things would get out of control?"Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"No."

Grant's pale fingers picked up a crystal chess piece, effortlessly capturing Clarice's knight. "Shannon's greed was greater than her capability, and Salvador Corporation still has my grandfather overseeing it. Her dream of obtaining the company is merely a delusion.

"However, I'm often away from Savrow. Someone has to help me counter Justin in the Salvador Corporation. Otherwise, my brother's life would be too smooth, which would be terribly boring. It's a pity that Shannon still let me down."

Upon hearing it, Clarice was enlightened.

Grant was using others to do his dirty work.

Although Shannon still lost miserably, it was because of this evil woman's existence over the years that Justin had to walk on thin ice in the Salvador Corporation. Justin's relationship with Gregory continuously worsened as well.

"Give Christopher a call when you're free." Grant took his cup and sipped tea gracefully. "A new round has started. I've helped him enough. The next steps are up to him."

Liam, who was shot three times, miraculously survived. He was receiving treatment in a hospital under police supervision.

Although the heinous crimes he committed were enough to guarantee a thousand deaths, since he was arrested on the spot, everything had to proceed according to the law.

Even if he was sentenced to death later, they still had to save his life now.

In the dead of night, a medical personnel wearing a mask and white coat pushed a cart as he walked along the empty and dark hallway.

He opened the ward's door and entered with the cart, locking the door.

Liam had not fallen asleep yet.

He was staring at the ceiling in a daze, tethered to monitoring devices and tubes, and handcuffed to the bed rail.

The man looked miserable and vulnerable at this moment, seemingly more like a victim. It was hard to imagine him as the heartless demon who had murdered his own father.

"Liam Hoffman, it's time for your meds."

Liam turned his gaze from the ceiling to the person's face.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in terror. He was about to scream when the man sealed his mouth tightly with masking tape.

Filled with immense fear, Liam's eyes bulged, trembling all over, causing the bed to rattle.

The man took off his mask, revealing himself to be Dean. His bloodshot eyes were full of murderous intent, and his expression was vicious.

"Ha... Why, are you afraid? Is a monster like you afraid of dying too?"

"Mmh!" Liam trembled, struggling helplessly.

"Weren't you determined to die with Mr. Ryan when you planned all this? Weren't you prepared to end it all? After staying in the hospital for a few days, did you realize that living was better and you're now afraid of death?"

Dean picked up a syringe from a stainless steel tray on the cart, its needle as thick as an awl.

He chuckled lightly, but his reddened eyes were filled with hatred and tears. "Liam Hoffman, you killed my master, whom Mr. Ryan and I loved as a sister. How can I let you die comfortably? I've prepared five syringes for you, each containing a fatal poison. They will make you experience five types of pain that will make you wish you were dead. Enjoy,"