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.

immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man

about being gentlemanly to people he didn't

over the fallen

I'll go

Yuri, then he strode into the crowd, his commanding figure still dazzling even

let

right. Arnold was nothing

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

assumed that meant Asher preferred someone like that—a tender,

seemed that was not the

to the bone. He

Yuri thought Asher tolerated Arnold only because of that

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

had already surpassed what he

the buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and

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

peals of laughter. He turned his face slightly, revealing the scar on his cheek, his voice laced

about now? Am I still your

cross-shaped scar. Then, unable to resist, he reached out to touch