Justin’s eyes were blazing. He walked to Arnold’s side, raised his trembling hand, and placed it heavily onto his shoulder.
The two men looked at each other solemnly. No words were needed.
Clarice was drenched in sweat. The evidence was irrefutable. At the moment, she could not think of a way to resolve the situation. All she could do was lash out in frustration, trying to confuse the narrative.
“Even if you have that report, at most, it only proves that Justin did not take drugs. It was all a misunderstanding! What evidence do you have that Mr. Grant was behind all this?”
Bella’s expression was cold as frost. She approached Clarice step by step, her lips curving into a faint, mocking smile. “If it has nothing to do with the Boss, then does that mean it was all your own doing?”
Clarice’s eyes widened in fury. She blurted out, “The Boss and I have never—”
Suddenly, she froze.
Cold sweat erupted over her scalp, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.
Just now, she had addressed Grant as the Boss in front of everyone, which was his greatest taboo.
Clarice thought, ‘This was all Bella’s fault… That wretched woman! She had deliberately tricked me!’
At that moment, Grant’s pale face betrayed no emotion.
Only the tense jawline and the pulsing vein at his temple revealed the ferocious, dark emotions he kept hidden.
“Misunderstanding?” Ryan stepped forward, standing beside Justin.
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