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.

that flirtatious man lay sprawled

The Matrix never cared about being

the

I'll go

need," Asher said hoarsely. His gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode into the crowd, his commanding figure still dazzling even

churned. He let out

was right. Arnold was

he never set foot in places like this and never tangled with

assumed that meant Asher preferred someone like that—a tender, understanding partner, the kind of person who smoothed over all

now, it seemed that was not the

face, Arnold was a wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was the complete opposite of Kairos in every way, constantly testing Asher's

Asher tolerated Arnold only because of that face. Now he knew

hopelessly in love with Arnold, not just the exterior. He loved Arnold-flaws and all. He especially

had already surpassed what he once felt

at the bar, dressed in a lavender silk shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his

man's eyes burned with greed. "I spotted you the moment I

sent Arnold into peals of laughter. He turned

about now? Am I still your

scar. Then, unable to resist, he