The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The glamorous bar was bustling with noise. The deafening music, the haze of cigarette smoke, and the stench of alcohol flooded one's senses.

The place seemed to be steeped in indulgence and depravity.

"Where's Arnold?"

The moment Asher stepped through the door, every ravenous gaze was on him, seemingly bewitched by the sight of him.

"Handsome, are you here alone? Need some company?" A sultry man slid up to Asher,

resting a hand lightly on his shoulder, daring to give it a squeeze. "If you're bored, I can keep you entertained!"

Asher's striking features remained cold and forbidding. The bulging veins twisted beneath the skin of his hand.

Yuri pushed through the crowd and spotted Asher, who stood tall and imposing, surrounded by thirsty, promiscuous men.

Terrified, he shouted, "Don't touch him!"

The next second, a loud thud rang through the air.

Like a gunshot fired, the entire crowd recoiled, shrieking as they scrambled to the edges of the room.

Yuri focused his gaze.

called "The Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay

never cared about being gentlemanly to people he

the fallen

I'll go with

Asher said hoarsely. His gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode into the crowd, his commanding figure still dazzling even

thoughts churned. He let

was right. Arnold

virtuous. Aside from work, he never set foot in places like this and

said that being with Kairos made him feel at peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that meant Asher preferred someone like that—a tender, understanding partner, the kind of person who smoothed over

now, it seemed that

completely stubborn to the

Asher tolerated Arnold only because

exterior. He loved

surpassed what he once felt for

at the bar, dressed in a lavender silk shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his

eyes burned with greed. "I spotted you the moment I walked in.

He turned his face slightly, revealing the scar on his cheek,

Am I still your

Then, unable to resist, he reached out to touch