“How about this? You drop the case and get my dad released.”
“He may have made a mistake, but he’s still your uncle, one of us Clarkes.”
“With him here to share the burden, you could focus on finding that Grace, right?”
Julian’s little scheme was clever.
While Damien was out of his mind, he would try to spring his father from jail.
Then, father and son could team up and seize power.
Damien looked at him and suddenly smiled.
It was a chilling, hair-raising smile.
“You want to save your father?”
“Fine.”
Damien stood up and staggered over to Julian.
“As long as you can bring Grace back to me.”
“Forget your dad, I’ll even give you the Clarke Group.”
Julian’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Brother, are you serious?!”
“Get out.”
Damien kicked Julian squarely in the stomach.
Julian cried out in pain and flew back several feet.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
Julian clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain.
Damien really had lost his mind.
He was willing to give up his empire for a woman.
In that case…
Don’t blame me for what I do next.
Julian scrambled to his feet, shot Damien a venomous glare, and ran out.
***
Meanwhile, in the remote mountains.
Grace had no idea that her departure was about to unleash a bloody storm in Jarrow City.
On the third day.
Grace’s internal clock had already adjusted to village life.
She woke up at dawn.
Her phone was still dead, and her leg still ached a little.
But her heart felt calmer.
Her grandfather hadn’t returned yet; she heard he was at the village committee office playing chess with Mr. Fenwick.
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