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.

storm, insisting to wait outside Yara Park just to see

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

convoy of luxury cars slowly drove

a tall and lean middle-aged man dressed in a

the current head of Larson Biotech and Mila's brother,

Aaron quickly rushed out to greet him,

Alvin nodded slightly, his expression cold. "Where is

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

down Arnold, venting the anger he

rules and even got so close to the Thompson 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 strict family rules but

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

you are right. I heard

won't live for long. When he's gone, KS Group

suspiciously. "I've never seen you bear such a heavy

Thompsons before. What

give you al