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.

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

of his looks-the heartthrob of his class, once upon a time. Now,

he'd lost his job. Apart from his wife, he had nothing

and shuffled off in the direction of home, looking as

help you with the divorce? Why did you

wearily, his voice barely more than a

concern. But right now, the divorce is what matters. You wanted to walk away with your wife's inheritance, remember? We need to set up

want him if he got divorced? Besides, 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 not getting divorced.

We had a deal! I win the

doctor once he'd recovered a bit. But Vincent wouldn't stop pestering him, and Asher finally snapped. His face twisted with rage as he screamed, "What part of

to let someone like Asher -who now looked like a washed-up slob-yell at him in the middle