The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

That gaze was filled with burning emotions--both affectionate and sorrowful.

Asher looked at the man in front of him, his gaze blurring, before sharpening again.

"Are you new here? How much for a night?" Lost in a drunken daze, Arnold smirked like a cunning fox. His slender fingers traced the sharp contours of Asher's face, stroking gently.

"Handsome, I will give you that... but-" Arnold's gaze darkened. "Why do you look so much like someone I hate to death?"

A sharp pang seized Asher's chest, but he seized the moment, wrapping an arm around Arnold's waist. His fingers trembled as he pulled him close.

"I'm a newcomer here. Mr. Larson, would you be kind enough to help me hit my performance target?"

Arnold's fox-like eyes shimmered, unfocused, as he stared up at him.

Asher's eyes reddened, his scorching palm pressed firmly against Arnold's waist. His voice, deep and low, carried a promise.

"I swear, I will not disappoint you."

Down below, Yuri clung to the edge of the stage, eavesdropping on the shameless words spilling from Asher's mouth. A shiver ran down his spine.

thought, 'Is this still The Matrix that I knew? How

warm breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that made the

wavered. Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before him. Rage

to cooperate. However, the rage in

away. He

shock rippled through the room as he strode out without

effortlessly carried as

The Matrix has

reached the door, he paused suddenly, then spun

head. Just now, he could have sworn someone had been watching from

Get out... I do not

back seat of the

flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold was still a man-his fists and feet landed with enough force that

Asher's gaze remained impossibly tender. Every movement was careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold and causing him the slightest

"Urgh-!"

was the intense dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's

doubled over, vomiting

disaster unfold live,