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

surged up his throat, leaving only a bitter feeling

of luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside the

and secretary escorted a tall and lean middle-aged man dressed in a suit out

the current

Aaron

Alvin nodded slightly, his expression cold. "Where is

your orders, we've detained

the anger he had held

indeed overboard. He ignored our family rules and even got so close to the Thompson family. If word got out, our years of

"In the future, it would be unknown who

to us for help. Hmph, if this goes on, Wyatt won't live for long. When he's gone, KS

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

a hard time when you went to bring