The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2264

Asher? Was there something about him that Arnold would not know?

Each word felt like a blooming poppy, dangerous and alluring, drawing Arnold in with an irresistible temptation.

It was because he loved him deeply.

Love, after all, was the one weakness people could easily exploit.

"How long will it take? I need to get back soon to celebrate my man's birthday." Arnold finally gave in, his voice steady but filled with hesitation.

"Not long." The man narrowed his cold eyes, shifted slightly to the side, and, with one hand in his pocket, gestured for Arnold to follow. "We'll take my car. Let's go."

The black car sped through the winter night, cloaked in darkness, as neon lights flickered past in a blur.

In the passenger seat, Arnold held onto the bouquet of white roses, his eyes filled with unease as he stared out the window.

glances at his passenger, whose face,

again, still

uncertainty surrounding this man left him with no

man's enigmatic gaze shifted away from Arnold's face as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and

the name silently to himself, then continued questioning, "You know Asher? How do you know him? Are you

look at him again and offered no further

desolate courtyard and came to a stop in front of

could see that with proper care, this

European style, and the moment Arnold laid eyes on

first and politely opened

a little, but it

followed closely behind, curiosity getting the

briefly and glanced back coldly. "What? Asher never told you he has a house

house belongs to Asher? Why would

the heavy doors of the villa. "Because something happened here.