The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2490

In that instant, Arnold felt a chill seep down his spine. Though he stood amid a noisy crowd, it was as if he were trapped inside a vacuum jar, utterly silent.

Elio said, “Mr. Salvador is a man who values talent. He admires you greatly. When he learned that you and I had this little connection, he specifically asked me to come find you to have a proper talk.”

Elio gestured to the bartender for another drink, his eyes dark as he slowly slid the glass toward Arnold.

“Mr. Salvador has his own research institute in Meridan. Now that he’s returned to Savrow, he intends to establish the largest and most advanced medical research institute in the nation, dedicated to advancing the cause of human medicine and gathering the brightest minds under one roof. He admires you deeply, Dr. Larson, so he sincerely hopes you’ll join his cause. With Mr. Salvador’s support, your lab’s funding problems will be solved, but you could also—”

Before he could finish, Arnold suddenly grabbed the glass on the table and flung its contents straight into Elio’s face.

Elio froze, his face pale, his hand gripping the table, and his jaw clenching with fury.

“I know perfectly well what Mr. Salvador is scheming,” Arnold said coldly.

His foxlike eyes narrowed as he sneered. “He saw me fall out with Asher and thought he could reel me onto his pirate ship. He wants to use me as a pawn to drive a wedge between me and the Thompson family, right? That’s almost funny. It looks like Grant isn’t just evil. He’s also delusional.

“That drink’s on me. Now, get the hell out of my sight. Can’t you tell how sick I am of seeing you?”

With that, Arnold left the bar counter, walking away without a backward glance, cool and unbothered.

Elio’s eyes darkened as he stared at the man’s retreating back. With a sharp crack, he crushed the glass in his bare hand.

“Arnold, I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. So you have no one but yourself to blame!”

Arnold walked absentmindedly out of the bar with Elio’s words echoing in his mind. His brows furrowed tighter.

Whether that man had been lying or not, he knew one thing for certain: Grant had eyes on him.

This was not a good sign.

It seemed he would have to leave Savrow as soon as possible.

Just then, his phone rang again.

Standing in the biting winter gale, Arnold hunched his shoulders, reached into his coat, and pulled out his phone to check the screen.

It was Asher again. Each ring struck at his heart like a drumbeat.

The phone rang for a long while, with no sign of stopping.

Arnold’s thumb hovered over the screen. He pressed his lips together and hesitated for several seconds before finally answering, “What is it?”

His voice carried no warmth.

“Dr. Larson, is this a good time? I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Asher’s gentle voice brushed faintly against his ear.

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