The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant said, "Although Justin and Wyatt started off on good terms, their relationship has since run its course. He has hurt Ms. Thompson repeatedly. No matter how much Wyatt likes Justin, he cherishes his daughter above all else. Bella is Wyatt's pride and joy, so it's only natural for him to distance himself from my brother. He won't interfere with our plans any longer." "You always have a way with things, my clever nephew!" Lucas's ever-shifting expression broke into a grin. “Justin is just a bastard born from Gregory's one-night-stand. How could he possibly deserve someone so noble and prestigious as the eldest daughter of the Thompson family? Only my brilliant nephew is worthy of such a match." Grant maintained a neutral expression, though clenching his jaw subtly.

"Uncle, you're overthinking it. I simply want to take away Justin's power and let him experience what it feels like to lose everything." Lucas waved his hand, his gaze turning sinister. "I don't care about your romantic affairs. What I want is for you to quickly get the shares of the Salvador Corporation, take control of everything, and avenge my dear sister-your mother!" Grant's pale face darkened, his expression grim. "Yes, the Crystal Ice drug has already started circulating in Savrow and the response has been quite positive. It's merely a matter of tbefore it spreads nationwide." "The clinical trials for the new drug must be accelerated! You know I'm not a patient man. I've invested everything in helping you reach where you are today. Don't you dare disappointor tarnish the Fowler family's name!" "Understood." After a brief pause, Grant's lips curled into an unprecedentedly docile smile. "Uncle, with the support of the Salvador Group and the development of the new drug, will you be able to officially join the Round Table of the King's Club?" The so-called "Round Table" was the highest echelon of the King's Club-a symbol of ultimate power. To join it was to ascend to the pinnacle of influence, where one could bend the winds and command the rain.

Lucas held the card of the Ace of Diamonds, just shy of the Ace of Spades. His eagerness to push Grant to take control of the Salvador Corporation was partly to strengthen his own hand for a seat at the Round Table.

Lucas's eyes gleamed with ambition, his expression tinged with arrogance. "Of course! Suprpower is within my grasp!" "Letcongratulate you in advance, Uncle." Grant's eyes deepened, and he smiled with an air of deference. "Uncle, I have one small request. Once I have full control of the Salvador Corporation and successfully push forward the new drug trials, could you help pave the way forto join the Round Table?" After a few seconds of silence, Lucas burst into laughter.

Grant watched coldly as the man laughed so hard he nearly toppled over, his gaze turning icy, like a venomous serpent lurking in the shadows, studying its prey.

"Grant, have you forgotten how you've made it this far? The power and wealth you enjoy today-where do you think they cfrom?"Lucas clutched his chest, his eyes bloodshot. "It waswho saved you, who gave you access to hese resources, introduced you to the King's Club, and opened up this new world for you! Content belongs to en.kikistories"Without me, you wouldn't have survived that year in Meridan. You were as good as dead! I pulled strings, found the best doctors, and had your organs replaced. I paid a fortune to keep you alive! Without me, you'd be rotting in the ground, just a pile of maggots that the Salvador family wouldn't even glance at!" Content belongs to en.kikistoriesAlthough Grant looked calm on the outside, waves of turmoil raged within him. 'Saved me? What a joke!' Back then, Lucas had merely used him as a guinea pig for testing banned drugs, observing their effects on a living human.

Even now, Grant was haunted by nightmares-visions of his younger self locked in a glass observation room, strapped to a sterile white bed, his body riddled with tubes and hooked up to terrifying machines. Medical staff in lab coats and masks held him down as they injected vivid, colorful substances into his veins.

In an instant, Grant's face turned ghostly pale as his chest heaved violently.

Lucas's voice was cold and menacing. "Grant, I saved you and gave you everything you have. You should be grateful and content. Don't push your luck, or you'll end up swallowing more than you can handle." After a long silence, Grant narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as two gleaming blades. However, his tone remained soft. "Uncle, Verthe you're right. But you're also aware of everything I've done for you years. The freedom you now enjoy the fact that you're untouchable-it's all thanks to the лой plans I devised and the moves I made to help you evade consequences so that you get to live above the law." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesBefore he could finish, Lucas slammed the table, pointing an accusatory finger at Grant's composed face. "You little brat! Are you threatening me?" Grant chuckled. "I wouldn't dare. I'm merely stating the facts." "Hmph! You think holding my secrets gives you the right to steal my victory? We all got our dirty little secrets, kid. But let's not forget who was the one behind that whole kidnapping mess with you and Justin." Lucas smirked coldly, leaning back into his chair, his voice dripping with malice.