The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the darkness, Asher's neck and ears turned completely red.

His breathing grew heavier as he slowly raised his hand, his hot palm landing on Arnold's smooth abdomen, gently caressing the impossibly soft skin that seemed unfit for a man. "So, do you still think this is a dream now?"

Arnold shivered as if electrified, finally leaning in with passion, cupping Asher's face, and kissing him fiercely.

Their intertwined shadows and intimate sounds filled the room with an air of sensuality.

"Ash, please... Let me stay with you. I don't need anything else... Just let me stay with you. Even if we can never be open about it or even if we can never see the light of day, it doesn't matter." Asher's dark eyes shimmered with a faint, tender light, overflowing with love.

He could not hide it anymore, nor could he endure any longer.

Asher knew exactly what he was doing. He was more clear-headed than ever before.

"From now on, I'll be your little fox. Yours alone..."

With tears in his eyes, Arnold nestled against Asher's bare but firm chest, feeling happier than ever.

Recently, Christopher had been busy handling the troubles the Thompsons brought to the Iverson Group.

required a lot of effort to resolve. Christopher publicly dispatched representatives to visit and generously compensate the injured and the families of the deceased.

Terranova, ensuring they would downplay the negative

significant

the corrupt and lecherous circles of high-ranking

her last remaining value

had no

stand-in, losing this final

others abandoned someone, it often meant discarding them

Christopher's abandonment

all her might to survive.

returned from a business trip to Meridan with

stepped through the doors of Pivotage, Yvonne started

"Mr. Iverson..."

at someone he could never possess. "Mr. Iverson, Ms.

seeing the situation, Taylor quickly tried to smooth things over. "Mr. Iverson, those officials in Terranova agreed to support you thanks to Ms.

Or seduction?" Christopher sneered