The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Asher felt the agonizing words pierce straight through his heart, each syllable cutting deeper than the last.

Pain twisted inside him as a relentless force threatened to tear him apart.

Through the haze, Arnold vaguely noticed a crimson tear welling in the corner of Asher's eye. But before it could fall, he clenched his eyes shut, forcing it back.

His striking features were empty, devoid of any trace of emotion-a mask of quiet devastation.

Yet, an unbearable anguish crashed over him like a tidal wave, dragging him under. He had no time to school his expression. His soul lay in ruins beneath the rigid shell of his body. Yuri slid into the driver's seat and shut the door. Just then, Arnold lurched forward, retching again. The sound was gut-wrenching, as if he were vomiting up his very soul.

"Matrix, Mr. Larson looks like he has alcohol poisoning. We should take him to the hospital." Yuri's brows knitted together in worry as he noted Arnold's pallid face.

Asher shrugged off his suit jacket, using it to wipe away the mess in the car. But when he saw Arnold groaning in pain, his chest tightened. His heart twisted as though it were being ripped apart.

Without warning, he pulled the man into a firm embrace.

He knew Arnold's drinking tolerance well. He was not one to get drunk easily, let alone to this extent.

How much pain must he have been in to drown himself like this to destroy himself like this? "Thirsty... So thirsty... So hot..."

Arnold's pale face gradually flushed with color. His eyes glistened with moisture, and his slightly parted lips were tinged with a delicate pink. His feverish and unsteady breath spilled against Asher's chin as his body sagged, melting into the man's embrace.

against Arnold's skin through the thin silk

something is very

seen enough in the underworld to recognize the symptoms immediately. His

Larson has been drugged. Someone must have spiked his

mind flashed back to the man who had been shamelessly flirting with Arnold earlier. His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around Arnold's waist. He pulled out his phone, his voice clipped and lethal as he gave a single command. Minutes later, the man who had dared target Arnold was dragged out of the bar's back door like a piece

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longer! We need to take him to a

need. I

marks. Yet none of it mattered. He only looked down

to KS

cold moon hung in the sky, casting its

Manor was eerily silent,

alone down the grand corridor. The air felt heavy, the silence almost oppressive. Finally, he stopped in front of Gregory's

knocked. A low voice answered

door open, he stepped inside. Gregory sat alone on the sofa,

your blood pressure is high. You shouldn't be drinking liquor

forward, reaching out to move the half-empty bottle of whiskey aside. His long lashes lowered slightly, masking

faltered. He lifted his head, his once-proud