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.

insisting to wait outside Yara

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

luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside the Larson

tall and lean middle-aged man dressed in

slightly furrowed his brows, recognizing the man as the

tired from the journey!" Aaron

his expression cold.

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

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

overboard. He ignored our family rules and even got so close to the Thompson family. If word got out, our years of persistence

his lips coldly. "In the future, it would be unknown who needs to

are right. I heard

thread, so Aunt Mila anxiously came to us for help. Hmph, if this goes on, Wyatt won't live

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

Thompsons before. What

they give you