The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 826
“Got it, Asher. You don’t need to pick me up. I’ll drive home by myself.”
In Hatchbay, a black Maserati swiftly entered from the back gate of Yara Park after nightfall, skillfully drifting before coming to a
stop in the yard.
Drew got out of the car and hurried toward Asher, who had been waiting for him. They have not seen each other for six months.
“Asher! I miss you!”
“Me too.”
Asher high-fived him and glanced at the tinted car window. “Is Mr.
Larson in the car?”
“Yeah,” Drew sneered. “He refused to stay put.”
“Even the most difficult person would become obedient after meeting
you.”
Asher’s gentle eyes flashed with a hint of concern. “You didn’t hurt
him, did you?”
“Which aspect are you referring to? I didn’t hurt him physically. Does

emotional harm count?”
Asher was speechless.
Drew’s face suddenly twisted in pain. “Fuck! I need to pee. I need to
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rush to the bathroom! Asher, wait for me!”
Before his words fell, Drew disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
Asher shook his head exasperatedly “How did this brat spend all these years wandering outside? His bladder is worse than
before.”
After a while, Asher noticed some movement in the car, but it soon stopped. He was confused. Unable to suppress his curiosity,
he
approached the car.
When he walked to the car, it seemed the man inside had heard his
footsteps and struggled even harder
Asher narrowed his eyes and pulled the door open.
The next second, he was shocked! On the back seat, a man over six
feet tall was lying horizontally, tightly bound and gagged. His mouth
was taped, and he could only murmur in protest.
He looked angry and pitiful.
Was this man Arnold Larson?
Asher was taken aback. He quickly leaned down, supported his arm
on the seat, and tore the tape from the man’s mouth.

“Ugh...”
Arnold panted heavily, gasping for breath. His beautiful and androgynous face was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
His skin was soft and fair, like the finest porcelain, and his red lips
were moist. He looked even more beautiful than a woman.
However, what attracted Asher the most was the man’s delicate and
watery eyes. He looked like a frightened animal. From the depths of his eyes, Asher could see a clean and transparent soul. No
matter how long had passed, it still shook his mind and body.
Their eyes met, and it was as if time had frozen at this moment.
“Hey, why were you so rough with me? You hurt my face!” Arnold
glared at Asher angrily, but his eyes were fixed on Asher’s handsome
face, unable to turn away.
“Sorry,” Asher admitted his mistake.
“What are you waiting for? Untie me!””
Arnold kicked around. “My blood circulation is cut off! I’m going to
suffocate!”
“No.”
“What?!”
“Wait for my brother.”
Asher looked at him and smiled. “If you run away, I’m afraid I can’t
catch you.”