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.

stared in disbelief at Asher, who was struggling to catch his breath with every step. "Asher? What the hell happened

a time. Now, he looked like a greasy, bloated mess, and he could barely stand

his job. Apart from

Vincent, his eyes dull, and shuffled off in the direction of home, looking as if he could barely put one foot in

after him. “Asher, didn't we agree over a month ago that I'd help you

his voice barely more than a breath. Even talking seemed to drain

But right now, the divorce is what matters. You wanted to walk away with your

Sean—the ruthless CEO of Foster & Co.-had already made it clear that no company working with Foster &

took a shaky breath and said, "I'm

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

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

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