The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2478

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."

Elio’s lips curled into a dark, sinister smile. "I understand. Since I’ve chosen to follow you, I’ve already decided to eliminate your problems for you."

Grant raised a brow. "Oh?"

Elio’s eyes gleamed darkly. "Right now, Arnold is your biggest problem. I will take care of him."

Clarice’s heart clenched.

This was how Grant Salvador operated. He rarely took action himself. Instead, he wielded his followers as weapons, each one sharpened to perfection.

"If you’re going to do it, do it right. Why settle for one when you can eliminate them both?"

Grant sighed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "In the end, you’d be doing them a favor—dying together as star-crossed lovers. How poetic. But would your brother rest easy, knowing you let them off so gently?"

Elio’s gaze turned murderous. "Once it’s all over, I’ll go to Kairos and explain everything."

Grant’s lips curved. "Then prepare well. Good luck. Just ask if you need assistance."

Elio gave a deep bow, brushed past Clarice, and left the room.

"Sir, forgive me for saying this, but striking against Arnold Larson so suddenly may cause a lot of unnecessary chaos..." Clarice’s worry was evident.

Grant took another sip of tea, his expression indifferent. "What, are you scared?"

"No, it’s just that..."