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.

"The Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay

about being gentlemanly to people he didn't care

the fallen man, heading straight for

bar. I'll

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

thoughts churned. He let out

was right. Arnold

from work, he never set foot in places like this and never tangled with

Yuri always assumed that meant Asher preferred someone like that—a tender, understanding partner, the kind

now, it seemed that

breathtakingly beautiful face, Arnold was a wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was the complete opposite of Kairos in

Arnold only because of

the exterior. He loved Arnold-flaws and all. He especially loved

surpassed what he

shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His

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

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

now? Am

on the cross-shaped scar. Then, unable