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

never cared about being

over the fallen man,

the bar. I'll

strode into the crowd, his commanding figure still

let out a

right. Arnold

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

him feel at peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that

it seemed that

wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was the complete

because

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

surpassed what he once felt for

lounged at the 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

spotted you the moment I walked in. You are

yet it sent Arnold into peals of laughter. He turned his face slightly, revealing the scar on his cheek,

Am

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