The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 827
Arnold’s fox-like eyes were red and watery, and he glared at Asher in
utter shock.
What was this man’s bizarre thought process?
Arnold would have thought Asher was a monster if not for his
handsome face.
“Are you in cahoots with the guy who kidnapped me? Are you
kidnappers?” Arnold questioned him in a trembling voice.
“Mr. Larson, welcome to Savrow.”
Asher narrowed his eyes and extended a hand to Arnold in a gentlemanly manner. “Let me introduce myself. I am the CEO of KS
Group, Asher Thompson. Nice to meet you.”
“KS Group...?” Arnold was taken aback. “My aunt is your... Are you...
“It is what you think.” Asher curled his fingers and smiled apologetically. “After my brother unties you, we can shake hands
properly.”

“Asher!”
Drew hurried back, complaining as he walked, “The bathroom is too
far. I almost peed my pants! What’s the use of this large mansion?”
Asher frowned, feeling exasperated.
No matter how large Yara Park was, it was only a cage for Drew. He
was the same type of person as Bella. Both were birds yearning for
os year
the vast sky, hating
Thinking of this, he started feeling sorry for Bella again. During the three years she married Justin, it must have felt like being in
prison.
“You!” When Arnold saw Drew, his face twisted in anger.
Fortunately, he was good-looking, or it would be somewhat scary.
Drew raised his brows, casually leaning his arm on the car door frame. He smirked playfully. “What did I say again? You can’t
touch my hand or sit on my lap for free. The things you’ve enjoyed all came
with a price tag!”
,
Asher’s eyes flickered. He needed some time to process this
information.
“Fuck you!”
Arnold spat at Drew. “How are you so shameless? You even sold your
looks. Shameless!”

Drew made a disgusted expression. “Do you think I want to? I am straight. I sacrificed so much for you! You even traumatized
me.
You’re terrifying.”
“You!” Arnold was so mad that his face turned red. “How do you have
the audacity to blame me?”
Drew frowned. “Huh? Fuck! Are you asking for a beating?”
Drew wanted to kick Arnold, but Asher stopped him. “Drew, Mr.
Larson is Aunt Mila’s family and Bella’s guest. Don’t act rashly.”
“Damn it... If not for Bella’s sake, I guarantee he won’t be able to see
the daylight!” Drew gritted his teeth.
Asher shook his face with a bitter smile, finally understanding why Drew gagged Arnold on the way home.
He stepped forward and untied the ropes around Arnold’s hands and
legs.
He had never seen such fair skin on a man before. With the friction of the ropes, glaring red marks-surfaced on his smooth skin,
inexplicably stirring an urge to protect him in Asher’s heart.
“Hiss. It hurts.” Arnold rubbed his wrists and frowned deeply.
Drew snorted in disdain. “Tsk, what a sissy. Disgusting.”
Asher calmly glanced at Arnold’s red and swollen ankles. “Can you stand up?”
Arnold pursed his lips and slowly stood up.
“Ah!”