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.

panic welled up inside him for a different reason. The sudden call and Arnold's absence stirred an overwhelming sense of dread in Asher

line. "I'm sorry,

with Arnold? What are you planning to do?" Asher's hand clenched into a fist, veins bulging

venomous delight, each word filled with icy malice. "Kairos died because of you, and he will never rest in peace. I won't let someone as pure

mind on the verge of snapping. "Elio! I know... I know how much you've hated me all these years. If you have a

you find it laughable to pretend like you're

not bear hearing the cruel truth, and his voice cracked as he

with fury. "He's not a substitute? Then what was Kairos? You promised that you'd die with him! But now,

pent-up guilt and rage boiled over, transforming him into something primal, something savage." If you say 'substitute' one more

hissed with cold disdain. "Ever since Kairos's death, every day of my life

the air crackling with tension. Elio's voice sounded again, low and chilling. "Your precious Dr. Larson is in the

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

The line went dead.

white. But Asher did not even stop to grab a coat. Without a second thought, he bolted from the villa, leaping into his black sports car,