The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2358

The grand and imposing gates swung open with deliberate grace, allowing the car to proceed unhurriedly toward a medieval European-style castle.

Once the car stopped, Jace and Clarice stepped out first. Soon after, Grant emerged from the car, his long legs carrying him to the ground with an effortless poise.

His sharp, refined features bore no trace of emotion, but his dark eyes exuded an intense chill with a sharpness enough to unsettle anyone.

His stride was steady and confident, similar to Justin’s. Just before he got out of the car, he had Clarice inject a dose of adrenaline newly developed by RC Biotech. He wanted to present himself not as a fragile patient but as a man of commanding presence, one worthy of standing before that man.

“This is a private residence. Please halt here.” Outside the door of the castle, armed guards in immaculate suits and white gloves blocked their way.

Grant’s gaze turned icy, his lips curling into a faint smirk. With a graceful motion, his slender, pale hand reached into his jacket, producing a card. The gold-trimmed card, held delicately between his fingers, gleamed as he extended it toward the guards.

The guards glanced at it, their expressions shifting instantly to alarm. Without hesitation, they both bowed deeply at a perfect ninety-degree angle. “Esteemed guest, please forgive our lack of hospitality. This way, sir!”

Clarice’s chest swelled with pride at their sudden reverence. Following closely behind Grant, her confidence soared. It was not every day that someone witnessed such deference.

Her curiosity got the better of her, and she stole a glance at the card in Grant’s hand. What she saw left her stunned—it was an intricately designed golden playing card, adorned with exquisite engravings and inlaid with a brilliant red ruby.

The card displayed the face of the King of Hearts.

A servant led the trio into the castle.

Jace maintained his usual stoic demeanor, but Clarice’s eyes darted around, struggling to contain her amazement at the opulent surroundings. Every corner of the castle exuded luxury beyond her comprehension. She marveled at the extravagant decor, though she worked hard to mask her awe, determined not to embarrass Grant.

In truth, Clarice was familiar with wealth. She had roamed the prestigious Tideview Manor during her youth, accompanying Shannon without restriction. Later, under Grant’s employment, she had seen the grandeur of his mansion in Meridan—an elegant, rare jewel in its own right.

“It is a symbol of identity.”

“What’s the meaning of the King of Hearts?”

Grant’s gaze darkened, his voice carrying an edge. “J, Q, K, and Ace represent the hierarchy of distinguished guests here. J is the entry-level. By extension, Ace is the highest. Among the suits, spades reign supreme.”

Clarice’s admiration turned into an open smile. “I knew it! Wherever you go, sir, your status stands head and shoulders above the rest—exceptional and unparalleled!”

Jace, hands in his pockets, shot her a sidelong glance, his expression one of barely concealed disdain. “Are you deaf? Sir just said K isn’t the highest. Above K is Ace. And within the Ace tier, the Ace of Spades is the most prestigious of all.”

Clarice glared at him, indignant at his interruption.