The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

It was late autumn in Savrow, and the sudden chill of the autumn wind was biting.

Asher did not return home for three days, staying in the church, praying and confessing before the altar over and over.

What was he confessing?

Was he confessing the usual crimes he committed while working as an underground mafia spokesperson?

Or was he confessing about falling in love with someone he should not have?

On the fourth day, it was as if Asher was possessed. Under the guidance of an invisible force, he found himself at the Larson family home.

He knew Arnold had settled in Meridan since he was a teenager and had no property in the country. He had nowhere else to go except for this house.

He was worried out of his mind. After enduring it for three days, he still came here.

Asher knew that, with his identity, he could only stand guard outside the gate like a statue.

Yara Park just to

as if his gut was crushed. Bile surged up his throat, leaving only a

convoy of luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside the Larson family

tall and lean middle-aged man dressed

slightly furrowed his brows, recognizing the man as the

be tired from the journey!" Aaron quickly rushed out to greet him,

slightly, his expression cold.

orders, we've detained him. He's in his room

the anger he had held inside for a

If word got out, our years of persistence would become a joke. People would say we are hypocrites, pretending to steer clear

footsteps, curling his lips coldly. "In the future, it would be

right.

Wyatt won't live for long. When he's gone, KS Group will undoubtedly decline. At that

at him suspiciously. "I've never seen

Thompsons before. What

give you al