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.

Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that

about being gentlemanly to people he didn't

the

bar. I'll go

His gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode into the crowd, his commanding figure

let out a

right. Arnold was nothing like

was gentle, quiet, and even virtuous. Aside from work, he never set foot in places like this and

Yuri always assumed that meant Asher

that

face, Arnold was a wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the

Yuri thought Asher tolerated Arnold only because of that face. Now

the exterior. He loved Arnold-flaws and all. He especially loved

love had already surpassed what he once felt for

his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His drunken gaze

with greed. "I spotted you the moment

a cheap, uninspired line, yet it sent Arnold into peals of laughter. He turned his

Am I

froze, eyes locked on the cross-shaped scar. Then, unable to resist, he