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.

dispatched representatives to visit and generously compensate the injured and the families

also secretly bribed the officials handling the case in Terranova, ensuring they would downplay the negative impact and not let

involved significant

her body after the Maxwell incident, she still had to navigate the corrupt and lecherous circles of

last remaining value

no

stand-in, losing this final purpose would

it often meant discarding them to the

abandonment meant

with all her might to survive. She wanted to

trip to Meridan with a particularly

stepped through the doors of Pivotage, Yvonne

"Mr. Iverson..."

into her. Yet, it seemed as if he was looking through her at someone he could never possess.

over. "Mr. Iverson, those officials in Terranova

seduction?" Christopher sneered