The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2360

Jace’s sharp gaze immediately locked onto Lucas. His expression hardened as he noticed the nearly naked girl sprawled across the older man’s lap.

The girl forced a brittle smile, though her body trembled as Lucas’s coarse hands mercilessly groped her soft curves. The dimly lit room reeked of debauchery, filth, and depravity.

Around the girl’s neck hung a collar identical to those worn by the girls in the glass cages. Inscribed on it was a series of shocking numbers—a price tag for her existence.

Despite having witnessed countless atrocities while serving Grant, Jace felt a suffocating heaviness settle in his chest as he stepped into this place. The sight of these innocent girls being humiliated and degraded twisted his heart with an inexplicable pain.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Jace turned away, his fists unconsciously clenching until his knuckles whitened.

The thick velvet curtain fell, sealing the sordid scene from view.

Moments later, a towering bodyguard emerged, as he politely but firmly asked them to leave.

Jace spun on his heel and departed without hesitation, but Clarice lingered, glancing back repeatedly.

Since being employed by Grant, she has always been present during his dealings with others, no matter how sensitive or dangerous.

Whether it was Justin or Christopher, Grant had never asked her to step aside.

This time, however, was different. Her curiosity surged, tinged with an undertone of uneasiness.

*

Inside the private box, the air was thick with smoke, the faint glow of lamps casting sinister shadows across Lucas’s face. His narrowed eyes gleamed with malice, their expression as predatory as the twisted grin curling his lips.

“Uncle, it’s been a long time. How have you been?” Grant’s lips curled into a polite smile, though the stiffness in his expression betrayed his unease.

“Good, very good! With such a filial nephew taking care of me and these young, beautiful girls nourishing me, how could I not be?” Lucas’ laugh was laced with cruelty. He tightened his grip on the girl, causing her to wince in pain.

“Your happiness is all that matters.” The smoke irritated Grant, and he masked his disdain with a delicate handkerchief drawn from his coat pocket. Covering his mouth and nose, he coughed lightly, then said, “Uncle, you summoned me all the way from Savrow. Surely there’s an important matter to discuss. Perhaps we should talk alone.”