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.

to wait outside Yara Park just to see Bella once. What a sad

surged up his throat, leaving

time, a convoy of luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside the

driver and secretary escorted a tall and lean middle-aged man dressed in a suit out

recognizing the man as the current head of Larson

the journey!" Aaron quickly rushed out to

nodded slightly, his expression cold. "Where

orders, we've detained him.

opportunity to bring down Arnold, venting the

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

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

you are right. I

anxiously came to us for help. Hmph, if this goes on, Wyatt won't live for long. When he's gone, KS Group will undoubtedly decline. At that time, we'll see if they can still act arrogantly!" Aaron

"I've never seen you bear such a heavy

Thompsons before. What

Did they give you al