The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

It was late autumn in Savrow, and the sudden chill of the autumn wind was biting.

Asher did not return home for three days, staying in the church, praying and confessing before the altar over and over.

What was he confessing?

Was he confessing the usual crimes he committed while working as an underground mafia spokesperson?

Or was he confessing about falling in love with someone he should not have?

On the fourth day, it was as if Asher was possessed. Under the guidance of an invisible force, he found himself at the Larson family home.

He knew Arnold had settled in Meridan since he was a teenager and had no property in the country. He had nowhere else to go except for this house.

He was worried out of his mind. After enduring it for three days, he still came here.

Asher knew that, with his identity, he could only stand guard outside the gate like a statue.

Justin felt when he had braved the storm, insisting to wait outside Yara Park just to see Bella once. What a

surged up his throat,

luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside

middle-aged man

brows, recognizing the man as the current head of Larson Biotech and Mila's brother, Alvin

must be tired from the journey!" Aaron quickly rushed out to

Alvin nodded slightly, his expression cold. "Where is

we've detained him. He's in his room

to bring down Arnold, venting the anger he had

our years of persistence would become a joke. People would say we are hypocrites, pretending to steer clear of the Thompsons with strict family rules but secretly flattering

his footsteps, curling his lips coldly. "In the future, it would be unknown who needs to flatter

I heard Wyatt was severely this time, barely hanging by a thread, so Aunt Mila anxiously came to us for help. Hmph, if this goes on,

glanced at him suspiciously. "I've never seen you

a hard time