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.

generously compensate the injured and the families of the deceased. He also arranged for extensive media

in Terranova, ensuring they would

involved significant sacrifices

longer required Yvonne to sell her body after the Maxwell incident, she still had to navigate the

her last remaining value to

had no other

lost her value as Bella's stand-in, losing this final purpose would mean Christopher would abandon

it often meant discarding them to the

abandonment

difficult life, fighting with all her might to survive. She wanted to live well and

returned from a business trip to Meridan with a particularly

as he stepped through the doors of

"Mr. Iverson..."

bore into her. Yet, it seemed as if he was looking through her at someone

situation, Taylor quickly tried to smooth things over. "Mr. Iverson,

Or seduction?"