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

The Matrix never cared about being gentlemanly to people

Asher stepped over the fallen man, heading

I'll go with

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

thoughts churned. He let out a quiet

right. Arnold was

quiet, and even virtuous. Aside from work, he never set foot in places

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

that was not

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

Yuri thought Asher tolerated Arnold only because of

the exterior. He loved Arnold-flaws and all.

what he once felt

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

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

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

about now? Am

on the cross-shaped scar. Then, unable to resist, he reached