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.

stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled at his

The Matrix never cared about being gentlemanly to

Arnold?" Asher stepped over the

I'll

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

churned. He let out a

right. Arnold was nothing like

work, he never set foot in places like this and

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

now, it seemed that was not

that breathtakingly beautiful face, Arnold was a wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was the complete opposite of Kairos

Asher tolerated Arnold only because of that face. Now

with Arnold, not just the exterior. He

already surpassed what he once

buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His drunken gaze wavered as a man poured him another

with greed. "I spotted you the moment I walked in. You are exactly

line, yet it sent Arnold into peals of laughter. He turned his face slightly, revealing

about now? Am I still

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