Chapter 718 Retaliation By The Divorced Heiress

• You got it, Asher. I don't need to be picked up by you. I'll be the only one driving home. After dusk, a black Maserati sped into Hatchbay from Yara Park's rear gate, drifting expertly before stopping in the yard. Asher was waiting for him, so Drew jumped out of the car and ran over to him. It had been six months since they last saw one another. "Asher! I'm missing you! "Me too." Asher looked at the tinted vehicle window and gave him a high five. "Is Mr. Larson in the vehicle? "Yes," hissed Drew. "He wouldn't stay still." "After meeting, even the most challenging person would become obedient." you.
• There was a spark of anxiety in Asher's soft eyes. "You didn't cause any harm." Did you not? To what element are you alluding? I didn't physically harm him. Does emotional pain qualify? Asher could not speak. Suddenly, Drew's face contorted in agony. "Fuck! I have to urinate. I must hurry to the restroom! Wait for me, Asher! Drew vanished like a puff of vapor before he spoke. Asher gave a frustrated shake of his head. How could this brat walk the streets for so long? His bladder has gotten worse.
• Asher saw some movement in the automobile after a time, but it stopped quickly. He was perplexed. Curious and unable to control it, he went up to the vehicle. The man in the automobile appeared to have heard his voice as he approached it. footsteps and fought even more. With narrowed eyes, Asher opened the door. He was startled the following second! A man older than six sat on the rear seat, feet tall, gagged and securely tied, lying horizontally. His oral cavity was recorded, and all he could do was mutter in disapproval.