The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2350

Chapter 2350

The desolate underground parking lot was thick with tension, an undercurrent of danger lurking in the air.

Above them, a stark white incandescent lamp cast a harsh light, dividing the two brothers into opposing worlds of black and white.

Clarice’s heart tightened as she instinctively glanced at her boss, yet Grant remained unruffled. His expression was calm as he gave Justin a faint sidelong glance.

“As long as I want to know something, there are countless ways to find out. I’m not only aware of your agreement with Ms. Thompson. I know even more of her secrets.”

His tone carried overt ambition, laced with subtle provocation.

Justin’s breath hitched. His fingers curled into fists , knuckles turning white, veins bulging.

“Though you were once her lover, my understanding of her far surpasses yours.”

With those words, Grant’s lips curled into a faint smile as he turned away, signaling Clarice to wheel him toward the waiting car.

"Grant.” Justin’s voice rang out, low and steady, but each word carried weight. “Do you truly have feelings for Bella, or is she just another piece for you to control —someone whose value lies in how well she serves your ambitions?”

Grant offered no reply, only a fleeting glimmer of mockery in his eyes.

As the two entered the car, Justin could no longer suppress the fury roiling within him. His deep, icy voice reverberated through the parking lot.

“I'I encountered Hugh on Rose Island. He and Christopher teamed up to obstruct me, targeting the people around me. Last night, on the way to Mount Jaglee , he appeared again to stop me from meeting Bella. And today, you conveniently showed up. Should I suspect that Christopher and Hugh answer to you—that you’re the one pulling their strings ?"

The cold air amplified his accusations , each word cutting like a blade.

Inside the car, Clarice’s heart raced wildly, and she dared not so much as glance toward Justin.

“Justin, I must say, your imagination is extraordinary." Grant’s soft laughter drifted from the shadows, his pale, refined features obscured by the dim light. “But to accuse me of such things —do you have any idea how much that wounds me?"