The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2267

At that moment, a bitter, biting wind swept across Asher's face, as if slicing through the night.

"Matrix." The long-forgotten title echoed like a ghostly whisper from distant memories shrouded in blood and storms. Yet the mere sound of it sent shockwaves through Asher's chest, reverberating through every fiber of his being.

The voice had something familiar about it, but he could not place it.

"Who are you? A former subordinate from Overcast?" Asher turned his back to the others, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.

"Ash..." Bella, noticing the sudden shift in his expression, felt her heart clench with worry.

"Oh, Matrix, so quick to forget," Elio's voice slithered through the phone, cold and venomous, each word a stab to Asher's already frayed nerves. "It seems no one else matters to you except Kairos, right?"

"You're... Elio?!" Asher's mind raced, sharp pain clawing at his chest. The darkness outside pressed in like jagged walls, closing in from all directions, suffocating him.

Kairos was Asher's hidden love, the scar that had never fully healed. He had buried that pain deep-too deep to touch, too raw to confront.

The sudden call and Arnold's absence stirred

laugh echoed through the line. "I'm sorry, Matrix. Did I

hand clenched into a fist, veins bulging as his

won't let someone as pure as Dr. Larson fall for your disgusting lies. Every time I look at his face, I see my brother's tragic death, and I can't

know... I know how much you've hated me all these years. If you have

is just a substitute. Don't you find it laughable to pretend like you're

voice cracked as he roared, "No!

well, felt a chilling horror creep through her body. Elio's laughter stopped abruptly, his voice now seething with fury. "He's not a substitute? Then what was Kairos? You promised that you'd die with him! But now, you've got a new lover

inside him rising like a caged beast desperate to break free. Years of pent-up guilt and rage boiled over, transforming him into something primal, something savage." If you say 'substitute' one more time to insult

voice hissed with cold disdain. "Ever since Kairos's death,

low and chilling. "Your precious Dr. Larson is in the villa where you

the words hang in the air for a moment before adding with an almost mocking tone, 'T'm sure this

The line went dead.

even stop to grab a coat. Without a second thought, he bolted from the villa, leaping into his black sports car, and