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.

wait outside Yara Park

if his gut was crushed. Bile surged up his throat, leaving

cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside the

and lean middle-aged man

brows, recognizing the man as the current head

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

nodded slightly, his expression cold.

orders, we've detained him. He's

Arnold, venting the anger he had held

family rules and even got so close to the Thompson family. If word got out, 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

lips coldly. "In the future, it would

came to us for help. Hmph, if this goes on, Wyatt won't live for long. When he's gone, KS Group will undoubtedly decline. At that time, we'll see if they can

him suspiciously. "I've never seen you bear

happened? Did they give you a