The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

It was late autumn in Savrow, and the sudden chill of the autumn wind was biting.
Asher did not return home for three days, staying in the church, praying and confessing before the altar over and over.
What was he confessing?
Was he confessing the usual crimes he committed while working as an underground mafia spokesperson?
Or was he confessing about falling in love with someone he should not have?
On the fourth day, it was as if Asher was possessed. Under the guidance of an invisible force, he found himself at the Larson
family home.
He knew Arnold had settled in Meridan since he was a teenager and had no property in the country. He had nowhere else to go
except for this house.
He was worried out of his mind. After enduring it for three days, he still came here.
Asher knew that, with his identity, he could only stand guard outside the gate like a statue.
He suddenly understood how Justin felt when he had braved the storm, insisting to wait outside Yara Park just to see Bella once.
What a sad and heart-wrenching feeling it must have been.
Asher felt as if his gut was crushed. Bile surged up his throat, leaving only a bitter feeling in his mouth.
At this time, a convoy of luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside the Larson family house.
The driver and secretary escorted a tall and lean middle-aged man dressed in a suit out of the car.
Asher slightly furrowed his brows, recognizing the man as the current head of Larson Biotech and Mila's brother, Alvin Larson.
"Dad! You must be tired from the journey!" Aaron quickly rushed out to greet him, respectfully bowing.
"Hmm." Alvin nodded slightly, his expression cold. "Where is Arnold?"
"According to your orders, we've detained him. He's in his room now."
Aaron took the opportunity to bring down Arnold, venting the anger he had held inside for a few days.

"Dad, what Arnold did this time was indeed overboard. He ignored our family rules and even got so close to the Thompson
family. If word got out, our years of persistence would become a joke. People would say we are hypocrites, pretending to steer
clear of the Thompsons with strict family rules but secretly flattering them."
Alvin suddenly halted his footsteps, curling his lips coldly. "In the future, it would be unknown who needs to flatter who."
"Dad, you are right. I heard Wyatt was severely this time, barely hanging by a thread, so Aunt Mila anxiously came to us for help.
Hmph, if this goes on, Wyatt won't live for long. When he's gone, KS Group will undoubtedly decline. At that time, we'll see if they
can still act arrogantly!" Aaron grifted his teeth.
Alvin glanced at him suspiciously. "I've never seen you bear such a heavy grudge toward the
Thompsons before. What happened? Did they give you a hard time when you went to bring Arnold back?"
Aaron's heart skipped a beat, cold sweat covering his forehead. "Of course not! How would they dare to touch someone from the
Larson family?"
Just as the two men were about to enter the gate, Aaron suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He could not help but look back.
Alvin asked, "What's wrong?"
Aaron shivered. "Dad, someone dressed like a pastor seemed to be staring at our house. It's midnight, so it's a little creepy."
As it was dark at this late hour, he could not see Asher's face clearly.
Alvin frowned and looked back, but there was no one on the street across from them.
Aaron was surprised. "Huh? Where did he go? He was still here just now."
"Aaron, I can see that you've been tired recently. Get more rest." Alvin stepped inside. Aaron was speechless.