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The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1631-fter a few rings, the call connected."Justin, I'm truly surprised and delighted you called me." Grant's voice remained as gentle and kind as ever, with a hint of feebleness."Grant, how have you been lately?"Despite his usual straightforward nature, Justin felt compelled to make small talk since he needed a favor."Everything's been the same as always. I'm surviving on so much medication.They're making me lose so much hair." Grant then jokingly said, "Justin, do you think I'll be bald like a monk the next time we meet?""Grant, I'm actually in Meridan right now." Justin's tone turned serious, showing no interest in cracking jokes."Oh? Really? When did you arrive?""Two nights ago."Justin took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, "Grant, I have an urgent matter and need your help. Can we meet up?"That evening, Justin and lan headed to the address Grant had sent them.Throughout the journey, Justin's jaw remained tense.Although they were half-brothers and had a good relationship during their childhood, as the elder brother, Grant had taken care of Justin in many ways despite not sharing the same mother.However, they had not seen each other for more than a decade. Besides, they rarely interacted except during holidays and special occasions. To Justin, his elder brother felt more like a distant relative than someone close. But Justin respected him more than anything else."We're here, Mr. Salvador!"Deep in thought, Justin slowly lifted his gaze.Before him stood an impressive traditional mansion in a serene and secluded area."Wow... This is magnificent, not at all inferior to the Thompsons' Yara Park!"lan was in awe, his mouth agape. "It seems Young Master Grant has been living pretty well abroad. This mansion must have cost a fortune, probably billions!""Nonsense."Justin pressed his lips together, his childish competitiveness surfacing. "Nothing can compare to Bella's home."Realizing his blunder, lan scratched his head awkwardly.Justin was deeply in love with his wife, cherishing even the smallest things about her. To him, everything about her was the best.lan quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the door for his boss.Justin stepped out, fastening the middle button of his suit jacket. Suddenly, a delicate fragrance of orchids enveloped him, soothing his tense mood."Welcome, Mr. Justin. I'm sorry for not greeting you sooner."A cool, gentle female voice greeted him.Justin raised his eyes to see a slender woman with delicate shoulders and an elegant figure, clad in a white lab coat, approaching them."I'm Clarice Amaryllis, Mr. Grant's private doctor."Clarice's eyes curled into a smile as she politely extended her hand to the man."It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Justin."With a sharp and unreadable gaze, Justin stared at her calmly.Something about this woman felt familiar to him. However, despite searching his memory, he could not recall ever meeting her."Likewise."Not wanting to be rude since she was associated with his brother, Justin shook her hand briefly, as if lingering any longer might cause a spark. "Mr. Grant has been waiting for you. Please come with me.""Alright."Pet As lan moved to follow, Clarice abruptly stopped him. "I'm sorry, but only M.Grant's family and guests are allowed inside. Your secretary will have to wait outside."Upon hearing that, lan looked worriedly at Justin.Justin then quietly said, "lan, wait for me in the car."As Clarice turned away, her previously smiling eyes turned icy.

As they were walking through the winding corridor, Justin's gaze M remained en Clarice, his suspicions.

growingWatching the woman lead Justin away, lan felt an unusual distress as he stared at her elegant back.As she walked, her clothing fluttered, and the faint scent of orchids lingered around him."Ms. Amaryllis, your perfume smells really nice, May I ask which brand it is?" Typically indifferent to such things, Justin found himself unusually curious about the perfume.

With a teasing smile, Clarice looked back at Justin, her eyes inviting m "Does somgone as busy as you also take an interest in women's fragrances?"

"Well, I wasn't interested in it before, but now that I have a partner b find myselt paxing more attention to such things."Ine

 

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1632-As Justin thought of Bella, his lips quirked up with undisguised delight. "Could you please tell me the brand? When I return, I'd like to buy one for her."

Clarice's face was turned away. Her cheekbones subtly twitched, and her expression darkened.

"I'm afraid Mr. Salvador will have to return home disappointed. What I'm using is not perfume but incense made from a rare local fragrance in Meridan. It's scarce here. Simply put, it's not available for purchase."

"Oh, I see." Justin's eyes flickered briefly, and he did not bother to ask about it further.

His reason for asking her was clear he had smelled this scent before on Christopher.

During their numerous encounters, Justin had vaguely detected this orchid fragrance clinging to Christopher's clothes.

It was identical to Clarice's scent.

This woman claimed that it was not perfume but a rare incense from Meridan, something she could acquire perhaps through his elder brother's favor.

How did Christopher obtain it then?

Did Christopher and Grant know each other?

Or was it just a coincidence?

Lost in thought, Justin arrived at a carved wooden door.

"Mr. Salvador, Mr. Grant is inside. Please come in," Clarice said, stepping aside to let him pass.

As Justin stepped through the door, his breath deepened slightly.

"Cough… Justin, you're finally here."

Grant maneuvered his electric wheelchair out of the room. Upon seeing his younger brother, he broke into a relieved smile.

"Hey, Grant." Justin hurried over to him.

Grant reached out to grab Justin's hand, lifting his face to look at him intently, his clear eyes shining like stars. "It's been over ten years since we last saw each other, right? I missed you a lot. Why did you look thinner than when we last video called from Grandpa's house? Have you been very tired and busy lately?"

"I'm doing okay," Justin replied warmly.

"No matter how busy you are, you must take care of your health. After all, you're the Salvador Corporation's president."

Grant lowered his gaze as he coughed lightly, his pale cheeks flushing slightly.

"Well, you've seen my condition now. As your elder brother, I can't offer much help. The future of the Salvador Corporation rests solely on your shoulders."

"Grant, please don't say that."

Justin's throat tightened with emotion. If you want, you can return to Savrow to recuperate at any time. If you ever recover and wish to rejoin the company, I'll welcome you back with open arms."

Before meeting Grant, Justin had countless speculations and doubts.

But at this moment, looking at his crippled elder brother in the wheelchair, guilt flooded his heart.

Back when they were younger, Grant was so gallant and talented.

But now…

Justin saw only a man ravaged by internal injuries, frail and pale, seemingly fragile.

All the tragedies stemmed from that kidnapping incident.

If it were not for his elder brother's bravery, the one exiled in a foreign land, dependent on a wheelchair, would have been Justin.

In the tea room, the two brothers sat across from each other.

Clarice displayed her tea art gracefully. She moved her hands fluidly over the tea tray. It was a captivating sight.

Justin watched her hands intently, lost in thought.

Grant smiled favorably. "Justin, thanks to Clarice's care and treatment, my health has improved slightly in recent years. She's my doctor, friend, and family."

"Sir, please don't say that. It's my honor to care for you."

Clarice's eyes were gentle as she pushed a cup of teataward Justin.

"M., Salvador, please have some tea."

Justin remained expressionless.

"Back then, Clarice worked for Doctor Without Borders in Kridgr: It'so M passible that she has treated some of your comrades."

Suddenly, Grant chuckled. "Speaking of which, Clarice and you have quite a connection."

"A connection?"

"I remember you telling me that after graduating from the military academy, you joined the peacekeeping forces and went to et Kridor for international supplet anti-terrorism operations. Coincidentally, Clarice was also in Kridor at that time."

Grant said, glancing at Clarice.

Justin lowered his gaze. "Is that so? What a coincidence."

"Back then, Clarice worked for Doctor Without Borders in Kridgr: It'so M passible that she has treated some of your comrades."

Doctor Without Borders?!

The casual remark triggered Justin's most sensitive nerve.

He abruptly looked at Clarice, his mind flashing to the brilliant, o M sparklingleyes of the little dove.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1633-chapter will update soon

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1634--"That is indeed a rare medication. However, through my treatments and health struggles, I've managed to build some connections in the medical field over the years. One of my friends has access to this medicine. I can ask them to get it for you."

"Really? That would be wonderful!"

Justin's face lit up with joy. "Grant, how can I ever repay your help?"

Grant's eyes took on an ambiguous gleam as he smirked. "Though I've been in Meridan, I've heard a lot about how much you dote on Ms. Thompson, treating her like a treasure. If I ever return to Savrow and wish to befriend her, would you oppose it?"

Justin felt his heart clench. His grip tightened on the teacup until his knuckles turned white.

"Sir, you're putting Mr. Justin in a difficult position. Ms. Thompson is his cherished lover. He would hide her away if he could. Even if you're his elder brother, I'm not sure he'd be willing to share her with you," Clarice interjected with a half-joking tone.

However, though her words sounded light-hearted, they carried an underlying sharpness.

The implication was clear.

Even for his own brother, Justin might not be willing to share anything with himbe it his love, his power, or his status. So what if Grant was his lifesaver?

Would Justin truly yield if his brother wanted to reclaim his place at the Salvador Corporation?

"Don't say that, Clarice."

Grant's expression darkened slightly. "Justin is my brother. We've grown up together, and I know his character well."

"Grant, you don't have to be friends with Bella."

Though Justin's tone was calm, his gaze was icy. "When I marry her, she'll be your sister-in-law, making you guys closer than friends. Isn't it better that way?"

Grant was momentarily stunned, then laughed. "You're right."

"And about the medicine…"

"You should return to Savrow first. I think Ms. Thompson would be anxious without you. She'd probably not eat or sleep well without you."

Grant showed a hint of weariness, signaling his intent to see his guest off. "I'll try to obtain the medicine as soon as possible and have it delivered to you. Rest assured, brother."

"I'll await your good news then."

With his elder brother's words, Justin felt it was inappropriate to say more and could only rise to take his leave.

Once the man had departed, Grant narrowed his eyes, opening a nearby box from which he retrieved the medicine that Justin had requested. "Clarice, you've been quite talkative today."

"I'm sorry, sir!" Clarice quickly apologized, her body drenched in cold sweat.

"I understand that meeting an old acquaintance can stir up your emotions. But what youneed to do is leaye, Mistin With a good impression.

leave, Justin With a good impression.

Excessive self-display will erode your mysterious image and could even reveal your Vulnerabilities."

Grant glanced at her pallid face. "Well, you know how sharp-witted my younger brother is."

"Sir, please don't misunderstand! | no longer harbor the feelings Lonce had for Justig! Now, when I see him, all 1 feel is hatred!"

It was especially true when Justin shamelessly expressed his love for Bella in front of her.

That was more than enough to break her heart.

"Well, I understand how hatred can stem from love."

"No! I've never loved Justin… Not for a moment!"

Clarice hurriedly kneeled at Grant's feet, clutching his hand tightly. "Lonly grew close to him when we were younger because I was naive and fell under Shannon's influence and deception!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1635-Clarice said, "After growing up, I further sought to secure Justin's heart for my family's interests! I've never had any feelings for him! I've never loved him!"

Grant sneered, leaning in to lift her chin with a fingertip. "Then, are you only using me, too?"

As tears welled in Clarice's eyes, she swore earnestly, "Sir, I'm sincere toward you! I'm completely loyal to you. I would even die for you!"

"Alright now. Don't use such ominous words. Stand up and speak." Grant's tone softened as he helped her to her feet.

Yet Clarice still felt uneasy.

She could not read Grant's emotions. Despite having worked with him for so long, she had never seen him lose his temper, which only heightened her unease.

"Sir, when you had my personal background reshaped, was it to replace that girl's identity and approach Justin again?"

"My brother may occasionally be dumb when it comes to relationships. But otherwise, he's the smartest person in the world. How could you possibly replace the girl if you don't even know the details of his relationship with that girl?"

Grant savored the aroma of the tea. Then he spoke leisurely. "Your new identity has already left a deep impression on him, stirring endless speculation.

However, we'll only be able to see its true effect once we return to Savrow."

Clarice nodded, then asked in astonishment. "Also, about this medicine, are you really going to give it to Justin? Are you really going to save Wyatt Thompson? If they don't get the medicine, Wyatt's health will only deteriorate further, causing turmoil not just in the Thompson family but also in the KS Group. Isn't that what we want?"

"Well, will Wyatt's health improve just because of that medicine?"

Clarice exclaimed in surprise, "Are you suggesting…"

"Chairman Thompson is getting older. With such a stubborn illness, and not the first time it has relapsed, his health has long been declining. Whether we give him the medicine or not, how much difference will i really make? The miraculous effects of such medicine often make people overlook its side effects. Compared to brain death, hovering between life and death with a few side effects is already a gain." Grant coughed lightly. Then he continued speaking casually, "Besides, my brother and Ms. Thompson will also owe me a favor after this. What's not to like?"

Justin returned to the hotel, his mind restless.

Firstly, he was unsettled because he had not obtained the medicine.

Secondly, Grant's doctor, who had worked as a volunteer doctor in Kridor, intrigued him deeply.

Yet he began to wonder whether that woman was actually a doctor.

Her hands did not look like those of a doctor. Her nails were a bit lont and painted with a sheer pink polish.

t belongs to sw one "Mr. Salvador, you seem distracted. Did Young Master Grant do something to you?"

lan was deeply concerned. He was always afraid that someone might take advantage of his boss. "Did he propose something difficult for you to accept? Is he taking advantage of the situation?"

Justin shook his head slightly and asked in a serious tone, "lan, can doctors use incense or perfumes?"

"Huh? Just a moment, let me search."

lan quickly retrieved his phone and found the answer. "Um, logical ym speaking, nedicallstaff shouldn't use therh! The fragrance can numb the sense of smell, mask the

diagnosis. Respiratory doctors especially shouldn't ugg them as it could trigger 'ätfäcks in sensitive patients."

patient's body odor, and affect.ne

"Got it." Justin's eyes darkened.

Justin did not answer.

"What's the matter, Mr. Salvador?

Why did you suddenly@sk abouf"

However, his curiosity about Clarice's identity grew stronger.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1636-Tonight, the moonlight scattered a silvery-white glow across the ground.

The night breeze stirred, casting shadows that swayed outside the window.

Asher lowered his eyelashes, holding a cross in his hand as he stood devotedly before the altar, praying.

Since his lover's passing, he has performed this ritual daily, seeking selfredemption and repenting for his sins.

Countless times, he did it all for himself.

But now, as he stood once again before the altar, he could no longer see his own heart clearly.

Confusion and a sense of helplessness engulfed him.

With a long sigh, Asher turned around.

Just then, the church's grand doors burst open.

The next moment, a slender, graceful figure with fox-like eyes shimmering with mist stepped in, breaking through the desolate twilight and crashing into his gaze.

"Ash…"

Arnold stood alone in the hallway as the cold wind pierced his thin frame. Tears welled up in his narrow eyes. "You came all the way here to look for me… Why didn't you wait a little longer? Would it have killed you to wait a bit longer?"

Asher's heart jolted.

He froze. An unbearable emotion started burning fiercely in his bloodshot eyes.

"You idiot… Do you know how hard I've been searching for you?"

Arnold trembled all over, barely holding back. However, as soon as he saw his beloved, tears flowed uncontrollably. "I lost my phone… I dared not go to the KS Group's building to see you. I didn't dare go to Yara Park to see you… I didn't dare to contact anyone from your family or my aunt… I was afraid of causing you trouble. I was afraid of being a burden to everyone…"

His last words came out as a choked whisper. "But… I was even more afraid of never seeing you again."

How many times had he said the word "afraid" in one breath?

Asher recalled the carefree, unrestrained Arnold who arrived from Meridan back then. He was so free-spirited and fearless.

But now, what had reduced him to this state?

Was it the enmity between the Thompson and Larson families? Or was it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that had extinguished the rekindled flame of desire for the sake of the greater good?

Asher stared unblinkingly at Arnold's tear-soaked face, his heart aching as if it had been stabbed.

"Ash, I'm scared… When I looked at your back from afar the last time I saw you standing under my window, I was so scared that it would be the last time I ever saw you."

Arnold cried uncontrollably, draining all his tears. "But how could that be… I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. I love you, Ash… I love you!"

"Dr. Larson."

Asher's throat was dry as he spoke, his words stiff as if he were speaking for the first time, "This is a church. Please don't say such things that go against God's will." "But I've already said it! If there really is a God, then let Him punish me and strike me down!"

Arnold staggered forward a couple of steps, jabbing his fingers hard at his chest. "It hurts so much here. I don't care about the Larson family or divine retribution… What do those things matter compared to you? If there's retribution, then bring it on! If the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you… If we go to hell, I'll go with you! Come on!"

Exhausted, Arnold closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

However, he did not feel the pain he expected.

Instead, he felt the warm embrace of a man radiating strong hormones.

It was the embrace he had searched for a long time.

Through the thin shirt, Asher's hand around his waist was burning hot.

"Do you have a fever?!" he exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweatdrenched forehead, finding it alarmingly hot. "It's nothing…"

Arnold also wanted to hug him, but his whole body ached too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better…" Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around! You have a high fever. You need to go to the hospital!"

"No… My father and brother must be looking for me right now. Once I step foot in any hospital, even the ones under the Thompsons, they'lb immediately get hold of me.

Arnold tightly clutched the man's shirt, shaking his head vigorously. "Some fever medicine will be sufficient."

Then Arnold slipped into unconsciousness.

Tears welled up in Asher's eyes. He clasped the back of Arnold's peck)

and pulled him into his embrace.

"Little fox, is there anyone dumber than you?"

Taking Arnold's words into consideration and fearing that he

would bring more trouble to both families, Asher had no ghoice but to take Arpolato his private villa in Savrow.

The Larson family's power was concentrated in Hatchbay, making Savrow a relatively safer place.

Arnold lay on the bed with a cold towel on his forehead. Asher fed him fever medigine and repeatedly wiped his neck and arms with a wet cloth, but to no avail.

His cheeks were flushed red, and he muttered incoherently.

Yet every sentence contained the name "Ash".

Asher frowned deeply, his heart pounding heavily.

It had been a long time since he had felt so helpless and panicked.

Finally, he picked up his phone and dialed a long-forgotten number.

"Who's this?" A cold voice came through.

Asher's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "It's me."

There was a long pause on the other end before a voice, trembling in disbelief, responded.

"Master Ash?! Is that really you?!"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1637-The title "Master Ash" was long buried deep in the back of Asher's mind.No matter how many memories it stirred, those past events had long ceased to matter to him."Dr. Williams, it's me. Asher Thompson.""Master Ash! I can hardly believe it... I didn't think I'd hear from you again in this lifetime! All these years... Have you been well?""I'm fine."Asher paused, his voice deep. "Do you have time now? I need your help with something urgent.""Master Ash, you needn't say such things! I'm always at your service. I'm willing to go through hell for you!"Within less than half an hour, a man carrying a large medical kit arrived at Asher's villa.The "Dr. Williams" he referred to was named Yuri Williams.Unlike regular doctors, Yuri Williams was an underground physician.When Asher was still "Master Ash", many of his men could not seek treatment at conventional hospitals and had to rely on underground clinics.It was during that time that Asher met Yuri, whose medical license had been revoked.Recognizing his talent, Asher hired him as his doctor, ensuring his lifelong comfort and safety. Even after Asher stepped down, he helped Yuri retire without any threat of retribution. "Master Ash..." Upon reuniting with his former boss, Yuri could not hold back his emotions and burst into tears."Long time no see."Asher's dark eyes held a faint smile as he stepped forward to embrace him."You're still the same, looking as youthful as ever. Not a single thing about you changed at all." "But you've changed, Master Ash."Yuri's tearful eyes scanned Asher's face repeatedly. "I can't quite pinpoint which part, but you seem completely different from before."Asher looked the same.However, his clothing, demeanor, and gaze looked nothing like him from the past."Of course, I've changed. I have a different identity now," Asher smiled lightly. "I need to look like a CEO."But Yuri could see it clearly.He knew that Asher felt helpless in the CEO position."I asked you to come in person this time because a very important friend of mine fell ill."Asher pondered as he spoke slowly, "At the moment, he can't go to the hospital, so..."Yuri shook his head. "You don't need to explain anything to me. I'll try my best for you."Asher's long eyelashes fluttered. "Thank you."They quickly went upstairs and entered the room.Just as Yuri saw Arnold lying on the bed, he was stunned. Then he looked at Asher in shock."You're surprised too, right? He looks a lot like him.” Asher's gaze softened as he picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from Arnold's face. "I was also shocked the first time I saw him. However, he's completely different. Other than their faces, they have no similarities."Thinking of that person, Yuri's expression turned sorrowful. "Indeed... Who could ever be just as stunning and unparalleled in this world?"The rest of the memories were too painful, and he dared not mention them.Asher knew that standing around would not help the situation and might even hinder Yuri's work. So, he left the room.Then he sat alone in the quiet living room. In his ears, Arnold's fervent confession replayed over and over again.His mind was in turmoil. He closed his eyes, gripping the crucifix tightly in his trembling hand."Master Ash, come in and take a look!" Yuri called out, his brow furrowed deeply.Asher immediately stood up and strode back to the bedside.

Yuri had removed Arnold's shirt, revealing his back covered in red, swollen, and torn woungs. Eachlof them lopked grotesque and terrifying, with blood still seeping from them.

Asher's mind buzzed with a deafening shock, and a tidal wave of fury crashed over him."I did a preliminary diagnosis of your friend and found that his fever was unusual, so I checked for external injuries. Sure enough, the problem lies here."Wearing a mask and medical gloves, Yuri gently touched the skin on Arnold's back, prompting a pained groan from him."It hurts...""Dr. Williams, he says it hurts."Asher clenched his fingers tightly, the pain spreading through his body in empathy. "Is there anything else you can do to relieve his pain?""A painkiller injection will help. However, the wounds on his back are festering.

Yuri quickly pulled out his medical tools from his kit. "I can't tell what caused these wounds but it wash prutal! Master Ash, did your friend offend someone from the darker side?" Asher exuded a menacing aura, the veins on his temple throbbing.We need to clean them out immediately and give him a tetanus shot."Someone from the darker side?That's impossible.These horrific injuries could only be the result of punishment from the Larson family.

When he was younger, he had heard from Aunt Mita about their harsh family rules and primitive traditiohs, He had also heard about the cold and distant familial relationships that had made Aunt Mila want to escape that.

prison countless times.The family had no noble background. Yet they bore noble afflictions. "Dr.Williams, please save him, no matter what. And also..."Asher's eyes tinged with a hint of crimson as he stared at the horrific wounds on Arnold's back. Each one of them was like a stab to his heart. "He loves being clean and pretty. When these wounds heal, is there any way to prevent scarring?"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1638-Upon hearing Asher's request, Yuri looked troubled.

"Master Ash, a few of your friend's wounds are exceptionally deep. I'll only have a clearer idea of how to treat it once I finish cleaning the wound up."

Asher stared at the gory wounds. An intense pain coursed through his entire being.

"Some of these injuries will need stitches, and it's unlikely to avoid scarring entirely."

Seeing Asher's expression turn grim, Yuri tried to lighten the mood with a wry smile. "A few scars won't be a big deal for a young man, would it? It might even add some rugged charm to him. Surely, your friend isn't that fussy, right?"

Asher's brows knitted into a tight frown.

Not that fussy?

Arnold avoided any domestic chores and would change his entire outfit if a single speck of grease landed on it.

If he was not considered fussy, then no one would fit that description.

Asher could already imagine Arnold's frantic reaction upon seeing his scarred back.

"No matter what, please try your best to treat him."

"Of course, I'll use the utmost care for your sake," Yuri replied.

Hearing "for your sake" made Asher's cheeks flush slightly.

It took over two hours for Yuri to thoroughly treat Arnold's wounds, using the best medications available.

Only when he saw the steady heaving of Arnold's chest did Asher finally feel relieved.

"We'll check his temperature again in the morning. As long as it returns to normal, we should be in the clear," Yuri said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Williams," Asher thanked Yuri genuinely.

"Master Ash, please don't call me Dr. Williams. It makes me feel uneasy."

Then, Yuri looked earnestly at Asher and said, "Just call me Yuri, like you used to."

Asher's pale lips parted slightly, his throat tight with emotion. "Yuri.” "Yup!" Yuri responded with a clear, crisp voice, his eyes brimming with tears.

He would willingly walk through hell a thousand times for Asher.

Asher dared not leave Arnold's side. However, he also could not sleep beside him for fear of accidentally touching his wounds.

He ended up sleeping on the sofa, making do for the night.

Initially, he did not intend to sleep. He planned to watch over his little fox until dawn.

However, in the latter half of the night, exhaustion overcame him, and he fell into a restless slumber.

Half-awake, Asher smelled the cool scent of ointment and felt a weight on his body, pressing down heavily.

Summoning his willpower, Asher snapped his eyes open.

"Ash…"

In the next moment, he saw the bare-chested Arnold straddling him under the hazy moonlight. Arnold's skin, pale to the point of glowing, glistened with sweat in the gentle light, appearing as flawless as jade.

His handsome face was still flushed, and his fever had not yet subsided.

His trembling legs clung tightly to

Asher, as if he feared the man beneath him would flee.

Their eyes met, and in the quiet room, their breaths gradually quickened.

The air grew increasingly hot and charged.

"What are you doing?" Restrained desire filled Asher's deep eyes The veins on the back of his hands, resting beside him, throbbed visibly.

"I'm delirious from the fever…"

Arnold's gaze became unfocused as he panted, clutching his burning forehead. I dreamed of you, and when I opened my eyes, you weret

really here. I can't believe you're actually by my sidey liDst wanted to make sule this isn't a dream…"

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1639-In the darkness, Asher's neck and ears turned completely red.

His breathing grew heavier as he slowly raised his hand, his hot palm landing on Arnold's smooth abdomen, gently caressing the impossibly soft skin that seemed unfit for a man. "So, do you still think this is a dream now?"

Arnold shivered as if electrified, finally leaning in with passion, cupping Asher's face, and kissing him fiercely.

Their intertwined shadows and intimate sounds filled the room with an air of sensuality.

"Ash, please… Let me stay with you. I don't need anything else… Just let me stay with you. Even if we can never be open about it or even if we can never

see the light of day, it doesn't matter." Asher's dark eyes shimmered with a faint, tender light, overflowing with love.

He could not hide it anymore, nor could he endure any longer.

Asher knew exactly what he was doing. He was more clear-headed than ever before.

"From now on, I'll be your little fox. Yours alone…"

With tears in his eyes, Arnold nestled against Asher's bare but firm chest, feeling happier than ever.

Recently, Christopher had been busy handling the troubles the Thompsons brought to the Iverson Group.

The problems with the resort project in Terranova required a lot of effort to resolve. Christopher publicly dispatched representatives to visit and generously compensate the injured and the families of the deceased. He also arranged for extensive media coverage to help restore the Iverson Group's image.

However, he also secretly bribed the officials handling the case in Terranova, ensuring they would downplay the negative impact and not let it disrupt the project's future.

This involved significant sacrifices from Yvonne.

Although Christopher no longer required Yvonne to sell her body after the Maxwell incident, she still had to navigate the corrupt and lecherous circles of high-ranking officials and powerful men, securing benefits for him in any way she could.

This was her last remaining value to him.

She had no other options.

Having lost her value as Bella's stand-in, losing this final purpose would mean Christopher would abandon her entirely.

When others abandoned someone, it often meant discarding them to the side.

However, Christopher's abandonment meant destruction.

Yvonne had endured a difficult life, fighting with all her might to survive. She wanted to live well and avoid a tragic end.

Tonight, Christopher returned from a business trip to Meridan with a particularly grim expression.

As soon as he stepped through the doors of Pivotage, Yvonne started shivering and quickly stepped back.

"Mr. Iverson…"

Christopher's cold gaze bore into her. Yet, it seemed as if he was looking through her at someone he could never possess. "Mr. Iverson, Ms. Smith did a really good job for you in Terranova."

el.

Upon seeing the situation, Taylor quickly tried to smooth things over. "Mr.

Iverson, those officials in Terranova agreed to support you thanks to Ms. Smith's persuasion."

"Persuasion? Or seduction?" Christopher sneered contemptuously.

Yvonne lowered her head, staring at the tip of her red high heels, her throat tight with emotion.

Taylor forced a smile. "Ms. Smith is the key figure at Pivotage. She has managed it efficiently over the years, building connections they

Savrow. You've seen her efforts yourself. Ms. Smith has exceltenth!

negotiation skills and tactics. It's all thanks to your guidance, Mr. Iverson.'

"This place is nothing but a tavern and brothel. If it wereng formy m greaterplanswould l even care about a place like this?"

Christopher's gaze softened slightly as he shifted his eyes away from can't Yvonne's flushed face. "If she ever do this well, she might as well die and not waste any more air."

"What do you think if I gave her to Mr.

Salvador? How do yoy think he'im react tga woman who looks so similar to Bella?"

Taylor glanced at Yvonne, unsure of what more to say.

"Heh, no. She might be useful beyond managing this place."

Christopher turned toward Yvonne, his expression darkening as he approached her step by step.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 1640-Terror filled Yvonne's eyes, causing her slender legs to shake uncontrollably beneath her dress. "The last time we visited Mr. Salvador, I couldn't help but notice his eyes constantly on you."

Suddenly, Christopher gripped her chin forcefully, tilting her head up with a pressure that felt like it could shatter her jawbone. "This time, I'm certain he's taken a liking to you. Apparently, he's not as refined as he seems. If he can't have the real thing, an imitation to satisfy his eyes and desires isn't a bad alternative either."…

Tears welled up in Yvonne's eyes, and she pleaded desperately, "Mr. Iverson…

Please… Please don't send me to Mr. Salvador! For the sake of all the years I've served you loyally… Please don't send me away… I beg you!"

"Value? What value do you still have left?!"

Already simmering with unspent anger since his return, Christopher unleashed his fury on Yvonne, shoving her hard in the chest.

She stumbled back, hitting the wall with a thud, her spine ached.

"Taylor, pack her things and send her to Meridan tomorrow!"

"No!"

Yvonne dropped to her knees at Christopher's feet, her tear-streaked face raised in desperate supplication. "I swear to serve you faithfully! I'll never betray you! I'll do anything you ask… Just please don't send me away!"

Yvonne's tears and fears were genuine.

However, even she could not discern how much truth lay in her words.

Christopher had been her savior. He had rescued her from a life of hardship and given her a sense of belonging.

She could not forget how he carried her on horseback, taught her to play the piano, enjoy fine wine, and become cultured.

He transformed her. Before returning to Savrow, Christopher was her everything. He was her guiding light and her purpose. But she finally saw through him. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

From the moment Christopher had her undergo plastic surgery to resemble Bella, Yvonne should have realized the truth.

Christopher had only seen her as a disposable tool. Even if it was not her, he would have chosen another girl. Saving her from her hardships was merely a coincidence.

He gave her a new life. But he also ended up crushing her body and dignity to pieces.

Was he really worth her love and loyalty?

"Mr. Iverson! I know you're angry, but please stay rational and calm!"

Taylor interjected urgently. "Ms. Smith is your most accomplished creation. You groomed her all by yourself. A random replacement might not have her talents, capabilities, or loyalty to you! Besides, Ms. Smith has already made a positive impression on Drew Brown and even managed to share a room with him. Do you realize how hard it was to get this far? We're just one step away!"

Upon hearing this, the cold, ruthless glint in Christopher's eyes finally softened a little.

"When Drew returns to the country, we can have Ms. Smith find another opportunity to get close to him. Once he's completely let his guard down and falls for our honey trap, we'll have the perfect chance to eliminate him!"

Yvonne's heart ached unbearably, her pearly tears mixing with blood as they fell from her eyes.

As she was trembling, she opened her palm slightly. Drew's devilish, afrogantismile was reflected in the teardrop.

Christopher narrowed his eyes and strode past the woman kneeling on the ground without another glance.

Taylor sighed as he watched his boss leave. Then he reached out to help Yvonne up.

"It's okay… I can get up myself,"

Yvonne muttered, wiping her fears roughly and struggling to her feet.

"Ms. Smith, Mr. Iverson is in a bad mood. It' be best if you stay oyt, af his sight for the next dew days. Try to avoid him if you can," Taylor advised helplessly.