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.

Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man

Matrix never cared about being gentlemanly

Arnold?" Asher stepped over the fallen man, heading straight

gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode into the crowd, his commanding figure still dazzling even

let out

right. Arnold was nothing like

Aside from work, he never set foot in places

once said that being with Kairos made him feel at peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that

now, it seemed that was not

a wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the

only because of that face. Now he knew

with Arnold, not just the exterior. He

what he once felt for

at the bar, dressed in a lavender silk shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His drunken gaze wavered as

"I spotted you the

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

Am I

cross-shaped scar. Then, unable to resist,

are my

flash, Arnold sprang onto a