The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Arnold was released from the "cage" and brought to the courtyard.

At this moment, everyone in the Larson household was gathered in the courtyard, forming a large crowd.

Arnold's tall and lean figure stood straight in the center of the courtyard. He looked at his father, who was leisurely drinking tea while seated in a chair. His brother was standing aside respectfully, along with the "audience" they summoned to watch the show.

A strong sense of discomfort churned in his stomach.

Beyond the wall lay the new century, but within this grand mansion was still an old feudal society.

When Arnold was young, he always felt sorry for his aunt, thinking that it was a waste for a noble daughter of the Larsons to escape from the family that gave her all the wealth and glory, even if it meant being ostracized.

But now, his heart was stirring with a desire to follow in his aunt's footsteps.

"Kneel," Alvin said coldly.

Arnold straightened his back, asking with a mocking smile, "Dad, we're not in medieval times anymore. We don't even need to kneel when meeting the President. Isn't it time for our family to change these outdated rules?"

Alvin's face stiffened.

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my mistakes, and I've admitted them. I've said everything I

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Thompson family ever again, and I will no longer interfere with their affairs. I've already relented to this extent. Why do you need to humiliate me like this?" His argument rendered the

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brought over

"Mr. Alvin."

and Arnold's heart