NovelGoldThe moment Grant's words fell, Clarice caught the sound of ominous footsteps behind her, like the hiss of a venomous snake slithering through the dark, its tongue flicking coldly in the air.
"Miss Amaryllis, it's been a while." Clarice whipped around, her eyes wide with shock.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"It's you... EValen?!" "Oh, you still remember my name." Esmirked as he brushed past her, heading straight toward Grant's wheelchair. "Now, I'm one of Mr. Salvador's people. I follow only his orders." Grant lifted the teacup and took a slow sip. "Our team has grown stronger. Isn't that wonderful?" Clarice stood frozen for a moment, then something clicked. Her eyes widened.
"Sir, was Arnold the genius doctor who developed the drug?!" Grant's smile widened in satisfaction. "Not bad. You're still as sharp as ever." Ecould not have appeared at a better time.
The answer was now painfully obvious.
Clarice steadied herself and stepped forward, her gaze locked onto Elio's cold, stern face. "So, what's the plan?" "Elio, I know you're eager to prove yourself, but we have rules here as well." Grant twirled the teacup lid between his slender, pale fingers, his eyes fixed on the tea leaves. "Anyone who wants to stay by my side must first offer a token of loyalty. No exceptions." Elio's lips curled into a dark, sinister smile. "I understand. Since I've chosen to follow you, I've already decided to eliminate your problems for you." Grant raised a brow. "Oh?" Elio's eyes gleamed darkly. "Right now, Arnold is your biggest problem. I will take care of him." Clarice's heart clenched.
This was how Grant Salvador operated. He rarely took action himself. Instead, he wielded his followers as weapons, each one sharpened to perfection.
Anyone who cinto his circle was a tool to be used until they were utterly spent.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClarice gazed into Elio's deep, amber eyes, her breaths heavy and uneven.
She knew Grant's true nature. He was a serpent with a charming face-a devil wrapped in silk. Yet, despite everything, she could not help but wonder if Grant would treat her just a little differently.
Grant feigned surprise, blinking. "Are you sure? After all, Arnold has the exact sface as your brother, Kairos." "My brother is dead, and yet Arnold walks around with his face, breathing, living, and stealing everything Kairos held dear-even the person Kairos loved most! How can I swallow this humiliation? How can I face my brother if I don't erase Arnold from this world?!" et Grant listened quietly, the room heavy with Elio's venomous words. After a moment, he chuckled. "If that's the case, then Arnold is the least of your concerns. After all, he didn't choose his own face. But Asher Thompson is truly despicable, tossing aside his old fland using Arnold as a mere stand-in.
How disgusting!" Elio's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. "Hah... Once I finish dealing with that Larson scum..." Grant shook his head slightly, his smile almost gentle. "Slow down. Rash actions lead to long nights filled with regret. Besides, if you go after Arnold first, you'll set off a storm within the Thompson family. By then, getting to Asher will be almost impossible." Estiffened. "Then, what do you suggest?" "If you're going to do it, do it right. Why settle for one when you can eliminate them both?" Grant sighed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "In the end, you'd be doing them a favor-dying together as star-crossed lovers. How poetic. But would your brother rest easy, knowing you let them off so gently?" Elio's gaze turned murderous. "Once it's all over, I'll go to Kairos and explain everything." Grant's lips curved. "Then prepare well. Good luck. Just ask if you need assistance." Egave a deep bow, brushed past Clarice, and left the room.
"Sir, ivefor saying this, but striking against Arnold Larson so suddenly may cause a lot of unnecessary chaos..." Clarice's worry was evident.
Grant took another sip of tea, his expression indifferent. "What, are you scared?" "No, it's just that..." "If Asher Thompson can be taken down, great. But Arnold? He must die." Grant's smile vanished, his eyes turning to ice. "To Justin, Arnold represents his only hope of recovery. I once knew what it felt like to be that desperate. I will not allow him even a sliver of hope." Privacy
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