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.

Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled

cared about being gentlemanly to people he didn't care

Arnold?" Asher stepped over the fallen man, heading straight

I'll go

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

let out a

right. Arnold

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

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

now, it seemed that was

completely stubborn to the bone. He was the complete opposite of Kairos in every way, constantly testing

because of that face. Now he

just the exterior.

what he once felt

reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin.

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

a cheap, uninspired line, yet it sent Arnold into peals of laughter. He turned his

about now? Am I

Then, unable