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.

called "The Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled at his feet,

sighed. The Matrix never cared about being gentlemanly to people he

the fallen man, heading straight

I'll go

His gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode into the

churned. He let out

right. Arnold

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

feel at peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that meant Asher

it seemed that was not the

through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was

only because of that face. Now

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

surpassed what he once felt

his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair

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

laughter. He turned his face slightly, revealing the scar

Am I still

Then, unable to resist, he reached out to