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.

Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled at his feet, clutching

sighed. The Matrix never cared about being gentlemanly to people

is Arnold?" Asher stepped over the fallen man, heading straight

bar. I'll go with

His gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode into

let out a

Arnold was nothing

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

at peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that meant

now, it seemed that

and through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was the

Asher tolerated Arnold only because of

hopelessly in love with Arnold, not just the exterior. He

what he once felt

bar, dressed in a lavender silk shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His drunken gaze wavered as a man poured him

you the moment

Arnold into peals of laughter. He turned his face slightly,

now? Am I still your

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