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.

Justin felt when he had braved the storm, insisting to wait outside Yara Park just to see Bella

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

this time, a convoy of luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping

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

the man as the current head of

Aaron quickly rushed

Alvin nodded slightly, his expression cold. "Where

orders, we've detained

the opportunity to bring down Arnold, venting the anger he had held inside for a

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

"In the future, it would

you are right. I heard

live for long. When he's gone, KS

never seen you bear

Thompsons before. What

Did they give you