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.

man called "The Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled at his feet, clutching his backside, writhing

never cared about being gentlemanly

stepped over the fallen man,

I'll go with

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

thoughts churned. He let

was right. Arnold

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

feel at peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that meant Asher preferred someone like that—a

seemed that was

through, completely stubborn to the

Asher tolerated Arnold only because of that face. Now

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

what he once

lounged at the bar, dressed in a lavender silk shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His drunken

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

turned his face slightly, revealing the scar on

Am I still

scar. Then, unable to resist, he reached out to