Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 361

For more than a month, Claire had spent her days at home, quietly embroidering, blissfully unaware of everything going on outside her small world.

Vincent Lewis, however, hadn't been nearly so lucky.

He was supposed to be handling Asher's divorce case-a golden ticket, or so he thought, to finally turn his luck around. Vincent had pinned all his hopes on winning that lawsuit, collecting the million-dollar attorney's fee Asher had promised, and leaving his humiliating days of scraping by behind him.

But Asher had vanished without a trace. No matter how many times Vincent called, he only ever got a disconnected line. The silence was agonizing. If he lost this case, he'd be right back where he started-scrounging for scraps, living hand-to-mouth.

Just as despair began to set in, Vincent ran into Asher by pure chance on the street.

It took him a moment to even recognize his client. Asher had gained so much weight in such a short time that Vincent nearly walked right past him. Thankfully, despite the added heft, Asher's features hadn't changed much.

Asher, who was struggling to catch his breath with every step. "Asher? What the hell happened to you? It's

of his class, once upon a time. Now, he looked like a greasy, bloated mess, and he could

his job. Apart from his wife, he had nothing

saying a word, Asher glanced at Vincent, his eyes dull, and shuffled off in the direction of home, looking as if

help you with the divorce? Why did you suddenly vanish?

me alone," Asher muttered wearily, his voice barely more than a breath. Even talking

is what matters. You wanted to walk away with your wife's inheritance,

already made it clear that no company working with Foster & Co. would ever hire him.

shaky breath and said, "I'm not

We had a deal! I win the case, get you your wife's assets,

once he'd recovered a bit. But Vincent wouldn't stop pestering him, and Asher finally snapped. His face twisted with

-who now looked like a washed-up slob-yell at him in the