The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The glamorous bar was bustling with noise. The deafening music, the haze of cigarette smoke, and the stench of alcohol flooded one's senses.

The place seemed to be steeped in indulgence and depravity.

"Where's Arnold?"

The moment Asher stepped through the door, every ravenous gaze was on him, seemingly bewitched by the sight of him.

"Handsome, are you here alone? Need some company?" A sultry man slid up to Asher, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder, daring to give it a squeeze. "If you're bored, I can keep you entertained!"

Asher's striking features remained cold and forbidding. The bulging veins twisted beneath the skin of his hand.

Yuri pushed through the crowd and spotted Asher, who stood tall and imposing, surrounded by thirsty, promiscuous men.

Terrified, he shouted, "Don't touch him!"

The next second, a loud thud rang through the air.

Like a gunshot fired, the entire crowd recoiled, shrieking as they scrambled to the edges of the room.

Yuri focused his gaze.

called "The Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that

The Matrix never cared about being gentlemanly

heading straight

said hoarsely. His gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode

churned. He let out a quiet

was right. Arnold was nothing like

gentle, quiet, and even virtuous. Aside from work, he never set foot in places like

peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that meant Asher

now, it seemed that

a wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was the

only because of that face. Now he

love with Arnold, not just the exterior. He loved Arnold- flaws and all. He

love had already surpassed what he once

shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his sharp

eyes burned with greed. "I spotted you the moment I walked in. You are

turned his face slightly, revealing the scar on his cheek, his voice laced

now? Am I

the cross-shaped scar. Then, unable

You are

the chance. In a flash, Arnold sprang onto a stool, then leaped onto the high stage where shirtless dancers