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.

a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled at his feet, clutching his backside, writhing in

about being gentlemanly to people he

over the fallen man,

the bar. I'll go with

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

thoughts churned. He let out a

was right. Arnold was nothing like

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

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

that was

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

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

the exterior. He loved Arnold-flaws

had already surpassed what he

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

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

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

Am I still

man froze, eyes locked on the cross-shaped scar. Then, unable to resist, he reached out