Ch. 2021..2030

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2021-Before they could make sense of the situation here, another incident arose.

Ian drove Justin's Rolls-Royce, rushing to the police station with Bella and Justin to meet with Ralph. "What happened? How did Mr. Storm get involved in a murder case?" Bella urgently asked.

"Just last night, we received a report. Someone found a male corpse in a secluded alley on the west side of the city. The victim was violently beaten before death, having multiple bruises and contusions. The victim wore a phoenix badge on his chest, and after confirming his identity, he was indeed a member of the Southern Star Syndicate."

Ralph calmly recounted the events. "The alley was close to a high-end club that operates on a membership basis. It's usually deserted during the day, and during the night, their customers would head straight to the basement parking lot. Nobody passes through the alley. Therefore, the body was found two days later by an elderly woman collecting trash, and it had already started to decompose. A few enormous rats crawled on it..."

"Ralph, stop!" Bella quickly told him to stop, her face stiff and pale. "Just get to the point. You don't need to describe it so vividly. We just had lunch!"

However, Justin was focused, seemingly quite interested.

"Anyway, after interrogation, Elias Storm denied that he killed anyone. He said he only beat up the victim out of rage. When he left, although the victim was lying on the ground, he could still move and speak, very much alive."

Justin asked seriously, "Ralph, when the police performed the autopsy, did you guys find Elias Storm's DNA on the body?"

Ralph frowned deeply and shook his head. "Not just the DNA. The surveillance camera at the alley also captured the entire process of Elias dragging the victim into the alley and then leaving,"

Bella quickly asked, "Did it capture the assault process too?"

"No, but apart from Elias and the elderly woman, nobody entered the alley in the past two days. I'm not in charge of this case, but my colleague from the technical department said there's no trace of tampering with the video. So, Elias is the biggest suspect now."

Ralph sighed heavily. "With solid evidence and no witnesses, even if Elias is charged with accidental manslaughter, he would have to spend the rest of his life in jail."

Bella's eyelashes fluttered, and she leaned back dejectedly, feeling inexplicably down.

Although she did not believe that Elias was such a ruthless person, the fact that he assaulted someone was undeniable.

"Did Mr. Storm just leave under the surveillance camera openly after beating someone up? Don't you think it's strange?" Justin narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of doubt.

Bella and Ralph both looked at him. "How so?"

"Firstly, in my impression, although Mr. Storm is a gang member, he's not a reckless fool who doesn't care about consequences. He's Mr. Jenkins' right-hand man now and is crucial to the entire Southern Star's future. With such responsibility, he would not do anything that would ruin his future."

Justin's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Even if he acted on impulse and beat that man to death, with his experience, how is it possible that he didn't call someone to clean up the scene? Is that reasonable?"

Ralph thought about it and nodded. "We have the same thoughts. I felt it was strange too, so I immediately contacted you guys to discuss it."

"Justin, you mean..."

Bella's eyes sparkled, and she hurriedly grabbed his hand that was resting on his leg. "Was Mr. Storm framed by someone? Perhaps someone went into the alley to finish the job after he left."

Justin looked at her with a gentle gaze, covering her hand with his and caressing it. "Bella, you know me best."

Ralph coughed lightly, rubbing his nose awkwardly.

This couple was showing their affection all the time, making him feel awkward as the third wheel.

"Who would be so evil, using such methods to frame Mr. Storm?"

Ralph furrowed his brows deeply. "Was it the Southern Star Syndicate's enemy?"

"We can't rule this possibility out, but I feel like people in the underworld would not take such a roundabout way. They're usually straightforward. If they're unhappy, they'll solve things with violence."

Bella leaned into Justin's arms, her eyes cold and rational. "Besides, the person who finished the job knew how to avoid the surveillance camera and left no trace on the body. It means that this person is a professional with strong anti-criminal investigation skills."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2022-"Was this done by a gang? I don't think so."

Justin raised his hand and held Bella's fair neck, gently massaging it while nodding in agreement.

"Ralph, we want to go investigate the crime scene. There might be clues that could save Mr. Storm from this predicament!"

Bella's phone vibrated. It was a call from Sasha.

"Aunt Sasha."

"Bella, Elias would never kill anyone! Someone must be framing him!" Sasha's trembling voice sounded urgent.

"Aunt Sasha, don't panic. We'll definitely continue investigating this." Bella's heart tightened, but she still gently comforted her.

Sasha took a deep breath, perhaps overwhelmed by the anxiety, her usual crisp voice turning hoarse." Elias can't have anything happening to him. Otherwise, if those rebels he's been suppressing take the opportunity to wreak havoc, Southern Star will fall!"

Bella knew the gravity of the situation.

People in a gang did not fight their battles in the business field. If they were provoked, they would all go at it with real weapons.

Since she put the call on speaker, Justin also heard Sasha's words clearly. He reassured calmly with a fierce gaze, "Aunt Sasha, don't worry too much. Southern Star will not be in chaos. Ryan has friends in the underworld. If anyone dares to touch a hair on your father's body, they'll meet a miserable end."

"This is my family matter. How could I trouble Mr. Hoffman on this? Besides, he had just enjoyed a few peaceful days with Carrie. What kind of person would I be to cause him trouble now?!"

Sasha's voice was filled with pain. "My father could not take the blow and fainted after knowing Elias was arrested. He's in the emergency room fighting for his life and is still not out of danger.

"Bella... I need to go back to visit him. If necessary, I must hold down the fort at Southern Star. I promised Wyatt I would live quietly as his woman and no longer interfere with the gang's affairs. But now, it seems ... I would have to break that promise."

Christopher suffered severe injuries from Oscar's bite that day and had to get numerous stitches for his ear at the hospital.

He put great emphasis on his appearance and had a handsome face. But now, he had an ugly scar on his left ear, and the bandages made it look awkward and ridiculous.

It was the first time he suffered from such humiliation, causing him to smash the VIP ward into a mess under his anger.

"Did you feed that traitor to the dogs?" Christopher panted as he stood in the middle of the mess, his eyes bulging with hatred.

"Yes." Taylor felt guilty and quickly added respectfully, "You can trust me."

"Taylor, do you think the listening device could have something to do with Yvonne?" Christopher suddenly changed the topic, looking at him coldly.

Taylor's heart skipped a beat, but he kept calm on the surface. "Mr. Christopher, I know you had been suspecting Ms. Yvonne for a while, and she's been giving a lackluster performance previously. But I investigated it this time, and it really has nothing to do with her."

At this moment, his phone rang.

Christopher gritted his teeth and then looked at the caller ID on the screen and tried to calm his breath. He returned to his usual noble demeanor and picked up the call.

"Mr. Christopher, it's been done."

Owen's deep voice came through. "It's settled. Since I was on break, I have been following Elias and finally caught an opportunity. Now, he has been detained by the police as a suspect of murder."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2023-Upon hearing it, Christopher pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, his lips curling up coldly. "Did you leave any trace?"

"There are always traces whenever a crime is committed. But as long as there are no witnesses, it's

equivalent to no traces." Owen smiled gracefully. "Mr. Christopher, can't you trust me? I'm a professional."

A criminal committing crimes was already terrifying enough. It was even more terrifying when the murderer himself was a seasoned police chief with many years of experience and highly skilled.

"Excellent. You've worked hard." Christopher temporarily forgot the anger brought by his wound, and his smile deepened. "Deputy Chief Hopkins, you're so reliable. I won't mistreat you when I succeed."

"You're too kind. As long as the medicine can be successfully developed, I am willing to do anything." Owen's tone was genuine.

"It will. You must believe in our all-powerful Boss."

After ending the call, Christopher lowered his gloomy eyes and stared at the black screen, sneering silently.

"How unbelievable."

Taylor's eyes were full of admiration. "A deputy chief with high authority was willing to submit at your feet, ready to lay down his life... It just shows how much of a charismatic leader you are!"

"It's not my charisma. It's the new medicine." Christopher glanced outside the window at the gloomy sky, his gaze ambiguous. "I'm also waiting for that day to come."

Thinking of all the experimental data he had sent to Meridan, Christopher felt hopeful. "It shouldn't be far away..."

At this moment, another call came in. It was Lance's head secretary.

Christopher's gaze darkened as he tugged his tie, picking it up slowly. "What is it?"

"Mr. Christopher, Chairman Iverson wants you to meet him at the company this afternoon when you're free."

"Must it be today?" Christopher's expression was frustrated and disdainful.

"It must be today. This is an order from Chairman Iverson." After that, before waiting for Christopher to answer, the secretary coldly hung up.

"What an asshole! How dare he be so rude to you!" Taylor clenched his fists angrily.

"You've said he is an asshole. If he bites me, could I bite back?" Christopher's voice was icy, his eyes darkening. "It looks like my father has prepared a gift for me, the son he values most."

After Elias was arrested, the head of the Southern Star Syndicate, Watson Jenkins, spared no money to hire the best lawyers in the country for his godson's lawsuit. However, the situation was still not optimistic.

Not only that, the media was heavily covering the story, doing the most to demonize Elias and portray him as a monster who killed without blinking.

It was not a big deal for him to be slandered, but the entire Southern Star Syndicate was severely impacted.

The business Watson had worked so hard to transition to a legitimate one could be said to crumble overnight.

The lawyer came to see Bella and Justin after visiting Elias, his expression worried.

"The autopsy report states that the deceased suffered severe head trauma and died instantly from a broken skull. But Mr. Storm insists that he merely punched his face and kicked his stomach, never going overboard.

"The reality has a huge discrepancy from Mr. Storm's testimony. But the problem now is that the alley only has surveillance cameras on one end, and there are no witnesses. All the evidence is against him. Combined with public opinion, even if it was an accidental murder, his sentence would be heavy... Besides, he has a previous record."

"Did Mr. Storm mention why he beat that man?" Bella's expression was grim.

"It's because his subordinate was selling drugs. He said you'd understand as long as you hear it's about drugs."

Drugs! It was the drugs again!

The source of all evil! If it was not eradicated, the entire Savrow would be in chaos.

"Now, that drug has seeped into the Southern Star thoroughly."

"If Mr. Storm was in trouble and no one could handle the situation, the drugs would eventually control the entire Southern Star Syndicate."

Justin's dark eyes were as deep as ink. "I suspect the people who targeted Mr. Storm wanted to control the Southern Star Syndicate and infiltrate the entire group. Mr. Storm's existence was undoubtedly a huge obstacle, so they resorted to framing him."

Bella took a deep breath, feeling a tightness in her chest. "If so, Mr. Jenkins would be in a dangerous situation too! Mr. Storm was arrested, and Mr. Jenkins only has a daughter. Now that Southern Star is in chaos, Aunt Sasha would be forced to step in to stabilize the situation."

Justin's voice was heavy. "I don't recommend Aunt Sasha to step in now. Anyone who steps in will become the target. I've asked Ian to investigate those so-called elders in Southern Star, and none of them are easy. Although Aunt Sasha is Mr. Jenkins' daughter, she cut ties with Southern Star long ago. She doesn't understand what's going on in the group. If she goes, she'll likely be bullied."

"Who dares to bully Aunt Sasha?!" Bella widened her eyes, radiating a fierce murderous aura. "The KS Group and the Thompson family are her backers! If they try to touch Aunt Sasha, I'll skin them!"

The lawyer was shocked, and he trembled. 'Damn, how could this esteemed and famous heiress have a fiercer presence than a gang leader?"

Justin gently pulled the angry little woman into his arms, his eyes filled with affection. "Bella, I know it's hard for you to calm down when things involve your family, but think about it. Now, the public opinion is against Southern Star. If Aunt Sasha steps in and someone fans the flames, the target would turn to the Thompson family,"

Bella bit her lips, her gaze intense. "We are a family. No matter how difficult it gets, we must face it together. I can't stand aside and watch!"

"But have you thought about how Aunt Sasha would feel?" Justin sighed softly and stroked her silky hair." Why did she go to the lengths of severing ties with her father to be with Uncle Wyatt? Isn't she afraid of someday implicating the Thompson family because of Southern Star's troubles? If the Thompson family was affected, the guilt would torment her for life."

Just as Bella tried to think of something, Steven knocked on the door and walked in. "Ms. Bella, I've gotten the information you requested."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2024-As he spoke, Steven glanced at the lawyer.

The lawyer immediately understood and stood up. "Mr. Salvador, Ms. Bella, since Mr. Jenkins has entrusted me to this case, I'll do my best. I won't disturb you further."

Steven politely saw the lawyer out while Bella quickly picked up the document and read it with Justin. "

This is the information about Owen Hopkins I've asked Steven to investigate."

Justin's brows raised in surprise. "Bella, you have the same thought I had. I wanted to go after this Owen guy after investigating Southern Star. You're too clever."

Unable to resist, he pecked her lips again and again.

"Hmph, if I'm not smart, how could I keep up with you?"

Bella pouted playfully and then nuzzled his face. "This is a fierce battle. I can't possibly leave everything to you. I must do my best to share the burden with you."

Instantly, Justin's eyes stung, and his heart warmed up. He would rather his lover be clumsy and lazy, letting him pamper and dote on her without a care.

Bella being passionate and motivated only made him feel guilty, as he could not provide her with a peaceful and stable life.

Bella carefully read through the information and suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Mrs. Hopkins has Alzheimer's?"

Steven nodded seriously, "Yes. After I found out, I made a point of visiting the nursing home where Mrs. Hopkins stayed and understood the situation. The caretakers there said Deputy Chief Hopkins and his wife were deeply in love. Mrs. Hopkins has been sick for many years and can't take care of herself now, but Deputy Chief Hopkins still stuck to her side, always doing the dirtiest and most exhausting tasks. They were touched and saddened by it."

This information was indeed surprising to Justin and Bella.

Owen Hopkins held a high-ranking and powerful position, and he was a handsome man in his prime with a bright future. Countless women threw themselves at him, hoping to take the place of Mrs. Hopkins and become the respected wife of a deputy chief.

However, they did not expect Deputy Chief Hopkins to be so loyal to his wife. He had a clean private life and political career.

No matter how they looked at it, he seemed like an exemplary man and husband.

"How is Mrs. Hopkins' condition now?" Bella asked while looking through the document.

"Terrible." Steven frowned deeply. "Her Alzheimers' is already at a late stage. Deputy Chief Hopkins has drained his savings to treat his wife and visited all the reputable hospitals in the world, but his effort was in vain. I heard from the caretakers that Mrs. Hopkins can't recognize him now. Some of them have also seen Deputy Chief Hopkins secretly wiping his tears in the corridor."

Although it was unrelated to her, Bella still felt uncomfortable when she heard this.

"So, he secretly worked with Christopher for that unfounded drug."

Justin was only gentle toward his lover, always remaining rational and cold to the others. "Even if he wants to save his wife, it is not a justified reason for him to participate in Christopher's dirty business."

"Human nature is not black and white." Bella sighed helplessly, and her gaze dimmed. "I'm thinking, if I were in his shoes, would I also take the risk? I think... I might."

"Bella, you won't." Justin held her hand and interlaced their fingers tightly. "You're not a selfish person, and you can't be that cruel. You're the kindest person I've ever seen."

"Ah.... If that's the case, then Owen really might do anything."

Steven tried to relate to Owen and realized something, his eyes widening. "Anyone who gets in the way of the new drug's development must die."

Justin narrowed his eyes. "It looks like Mr. Storm's situation is connected to him as well."

Bella exchanged a look with Justin, her red lips slightly curled up. "Looks like we'll have to make time to visit Mrs. Hopkins."

Lance informed Christopher to meet him, but Christopher was in no rush and only arrived casually when it was evening.

The secretary led him into the chairman's office, and Taylor waited outside.

The air in the office was tense. Lance sat on the sofa and stared at him with a dark gaze. "Why are you only here now?"

"Didn't you see that I'm injured? I went to the hospital." Christopher smiled ambiguously and pointed at his ear.

To meet Lance, he had deliberately re-bandaged his wound. He could not let anyone make a joke out of him.

Lance glanced at him and sneered. "Aren't you always the one biting others? I didn't think there'd be a day when you'd get bitten by a dog,"

The smile on Christopher's lips gradually turned cold.

He was undoubtedly calling him a dog.

"What were you up to recently? Do you want me to tell you, or you'll confess yourself?" Lance suppressed his anger and stared at him coldly.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2025-The air froze, and it was so quiet they could hear a needle drop.

Christopher looked at his father with a gaze as dark as a wild wolf's, yet his lips carried a casual hint of a smile. "Dad, it's just you and me left in the entire Iverson Group. Why beat around the bush? Can't we just be direct?"

Lance sneered and picked up a document on the table, flinging it at him.

The papers scattered at his feet, and he coldly looked down.

"Christopher, you've really done it. The first present you gave me after becoming the CEO is embezzling funds and helping outsiders, huh?"

Lance's gaze was icy, and he clenched his jaw in anger. "Do you think you're the only one who benefited from bribing the finance manager to funnel the company's funds to your offshore account and create a secret fund?

"That old fox was secretly siphoning his share as well. Because of his greed, it enabled me to trace it back to the things you did behind my back! That bastard returned the money and confessed what you secretly ordered him to do!

"He worked for me for decades, yet you've already started to dream of using my people for your own benefits after taking office for a few days. You're not just bold; you're delusional!"

Christopher did not bother to bend down and pick up the papers. Instead, he stepped on them, turning the papers into wrinkled trash with his polished shoe.

He knew about the finance manager's wrongdoings but did not care. Christopher only used people with greed. He might not dare to use those without desires.

Unexpectedly, he was caught by Lance.

"So, what do you want to do?" Christopher pushed his glasses and asked with a calm smile.

A surge of anger rushed up Lance's heart. Was he fearless because there was no going back? How could he still smile at this point?!

"Brat, you're still my son, and I have some affection for you, so I don't want to be too cruel. I'll give you two choices."

Lance leaned back, finally revealing his aim. "First, you willingly resign, and I won't tell anyone about your secret fund. Otherwise, don't blame me for disregarding our relationship. If the prosecution catches wind of this, it will be awkward for your situation. You've heavily offended the Thompson family before. Now that a chance to humiliate you has presented itself, Wyatt's second son will probably be running to arrest you."

Upon hearing it, Christopher was expressionless, though he secretly clenched his fingers.

"Second, hand over all the shares of Iverson Group you hold, and I'll let you keep your position as CEO. Choose!"

Without the shares, his position as CEO was merely an empty shell, and Christopher would be a puppet. Any of the two choices were dead ends. Ha, a father's love was indeed heavy.

A cold glint flashed across Christopher's gold-rimmed glasses. He stared at the man in front of him, who was so intent on making his life miserable, and his smile deepened suddenly.

"Dad, are you done showing your cards?"

Lance frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It's my turn now."

Christopher walked to the coffee table, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

The pitch-black screen lit up, and instantly, the lustful and explicit images that would make one blush appeared over Lance's head.

Lance immediately sprang up from the sofa and stared in horror at his naked self on the screen, flanked by women. Emotions such as panic, fear, and surprise overwhelmed him.

Under extreme anger, he trembled all over, his vision darkening.

"Dad, you and your gang of old buddies sure are close. Eating, drinking, gambling, whoring-you do everything together."

Christopher did not look at the screen, finding it too disgusting. He merely admired Lance's changing expressions with mild interest. "Your skills are quite decent. You're not slowing down with age."

"You... you...!"

Lance's heart pounded wildly, feeling his world spin.

"Actually, if you don't try to fuck with me, I might have never brought this video out. After all, we are father and son, and it isn't my intention to hurt you."

Christopher sighed helplessly and shook his head. "Don't blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for forcing me into this confrontation. I didn't want to do this."

Lance widened his bloodshot eyes, trying to lunge forward to snatch the remote from him.

But his heart wrenched with pain, and sweat covered his face. Even standing was a chore for him, let alone anything else.

"Now, I'll only give you one option."

Christopher held the remote with his right hand, tapping it with his left palm. "Draft a formal statement now and officially announce your retirement for health reasons. Make me the chairman of Iverson Group."

"You... Ambitious brat... Dream on!" Lance clutched his chest, his body shaking.

"If you don't agree, I'll play this video on the big screen outside of Iverson Group's building now. Not only that, thousands of the Iverson Group's employees will receive this video by tomorrow morning."

Lance's face turned pale, and he reached into his pocket with trembling hands, taking his heart medication.

But because he trembled too much, the medicine bottle dropped on the ground and rolled to a stop at Christopher's feet.

"Medicine... My medicine..."

Christopher lowered his eyes coldly and picked up the medicine bottle. At this moment, a scene flashed across his mind. He stared at the life-saving medicine in his palm and was in a daze for a while.

Lance roared with a trembling voice at this moment, "Little bastard... Quick... Give me the medicine!" 'Little bastard.' Christopher's pupils contracted, a surging crimson shadow engulfing his vision. Anyone calling him this name was digging their own grave.

"Dad, you're really too unfair to me." Christopher's pale lips curled up eerily as he put the medicine bottle into his pocket. "As long as you begged me and asked me nicely, you wouldn't have forced yourself into this corner."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2026-"You animal... G-Give me... Give me the medicine..."

A loud crash echoed through the room.

Lance could no longer hold himself up. Clutching his chest in agony, he collapsed straight to the floor, knocking over the coffee table.

"Dad, I'll give you one last chance."

Christopher leaned in slightly, looking down at him like a man would regard a dying, pathetic old dog. "If you kneel down and beg me right now, I'll give you the medicine. You always taught us to recognize when to yield. Isn't that what you said when we were kids?"

"Bastard... Dream on!"

Lance's face twisted in fury, his eyes filled with hatred as he tried to crawl toward Christopher's feet. However, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get up.

Christopher took a step back, as if Lance were filthy and repulsive.

Lance's pallor turned from ghastly white to ashen gray.

The sight of his father's suffering stirred a dark pleasure in Christopher's heart. He could not help but laugh, his laughter growing so intense that tears began to well up at the corners of his reddened eyes.

"I've already sent your favorite son on his way. I don't mind sending you to join him. Go on, reunite with your precious son, Charles, in the afterlife." "Charles... My... My Charles..." Lance stared with bloodshot eyes, his parched and cracked lips parting as he reached out desperately for Christopher's pants.

Suddenly, his agonized expression froze.

That withered, stiff hand finally fell limp just inches away from Christopher's feet.

The room plunged into a deathly silence, cold and still as a tomb.

Christopher stood motionless. He lowered his head to gaze at the man who now lay dead at his feet, eyes wide open. The man died with a remaining grievance.

"Dad, if only I weren't your son... If so, I wouldn't have minded so much what you did to me and Mom. I could have found a way to reconcile with you." His fingers curled into his palms, pressing so hard they left deep marks.

Christopher murmured so softly that only he could hear himself. "I was supposed to be your best child. I could have walked a wide and righteous path. I could have stood before Bella with no shame, like Justin. However, you destroyed the real Christopher. You destroyed the humane and kind Christopher with your own hands. I'm not the one at fault... You were the one at fault from the beginning.”

Lance's secretary and Taylor were waiting outside the chairman's office. They were completely unaware of the events happening within its soundproof walls.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Christopher staggered out, looking lost and disheveled.

"Quick... Call an ambulance! My dad! He's having a heart attack! Hurry, call an ambulance!"

At first, Taylor was shocked by the panicked look on the man's face.

However, as he observed Christopher's cold and indifferent eyes, everything became clear to him. The corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly.

On the other hand, Lance's secretary was completely frantic. He fumbled to make the call while rushing off to get help.

Within minutes, emergency personnel arrived, sealed off the office, and began resuscitation efforts on Lance.

But it was too late.

"Mr. Iverson, by the time we arrived, Chairman Iverson had already lost all signs of life." The paramedic sighed and said regretfully, "My condolences." In front of everyone, Christopher's eyes grew vacant. His entire body slumped, and tears spilled from his eyes.

He perfectly embodied the image of a devastated, filial son mourning the loss of his father.

The onlookers could not help but feel moved by the scene.

As word spread that Lance had passed away in his own office, and with the paramedics rushing in and out, news of Chairman Iverson's sudden death quickly circulated throughout the Iverson Group.

At the same time, the news of the Iverson Group's Chairman suffering a fatal heart attack began to spread online.

Outside the main entrance of the office, Christopher, flanked by his secretary and bodyguards, finally managed to break through the crowd of reporters and got into the car.

The luxurious black Bentley drove off in the direction of the hospital.

Sitting in the back seat, Christopher's lips twitched. His eyes were reddened, and before he could stop himself, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. Even Taylor, who was driving, could not help but shiver upon hearing the sound.

"Taylor... I've won. I've finally won!" Christopher gasped between fits of laughter. He clutched the bottle of heart medication tightly in his hand. "From now on, everyone will bow before me. This day has finally come."

Just then, his phone rang.

Seeing that it was the Boss calling, Christopher quickly composed himself, taking a deep breath before answering respectfully. "Sir."

"Was it you?" Grant's voice was calm and languid, as if discussing something trivial.

Christopher's eyes darkened. "No, it was himself. He just couldn't survive this attack."

“Haha... It doesn't matter. After all, the process isn't important. I only care about the result.”

Grant's clear laughter rang through

the phone, soothing and close. "Congratulations, Mr. Iverson-No, should address you as Chairman Iverson now. After years of lying in wait you've finally reached the pinnacle of power. Your wish has come true."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2027-For a man like Lance, who was once a titan of industry who stood shoulder to shoulder with Wyatt, news of his death should have been immediately suppressed by the Iverson Group. The company usually waited until the situation stabilized before making any formal announcement.

However, against all expectations, the news spread like wildfire overnight, with countless media outlets rushing to report it. It turned the entire city into a storm of speculation.

The source of the leak? Christopher.

Now, with the entire Iverson family reduced to just one man, Christopher, it was only natural that he would inherit the Iverson Group.

After years of plotting, he finally achieved his long-held ambition.

He ascended to the pinnacle of Iverson Group's power, leaving countless casualties in his wake.

The hospital's morgue temporarily housed Lance's body. As the sole family member, Christopher refused an autopsy. With no signs of foul play found at the scene, the police concluded the case as a sudden death due to natural causes.

In the hospital's lounge, Christopher sat upright on a square black leather sofa. His arms rested naturally yet regally on the armrests, eyes closed as he imagined himself seated on a throne.

"Dad, in all my nearly thirty years of life, this is the best gift you've ever given me. Thank you for making it all possible. Rest in peace."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

After Christopher responded, Taylor entered. He led in a man dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase.

Taylor then locked the door behind him.

"Mr. Lyles, please have a seat," Christopher said, a smile playing on his lips.

Mr. Lyles was one of Lance's most trusted confidants. Not only was he the legal advisor for the Iverson Group, but he was also the private attorney for the entire Iverson family. He had served Lance for over thirty years.

"Mr. Christopher," Attorney Lyles greeted him with a respectful bow.

Though Christopher's expression remained composed, it was clear that he was not entirely satisfied with this form of address.

However, with the major power shift now inevitable and only awaiting the formal announcement at the upcoming board meeting, there was no need to press the matter at this moment.

“Mr. Lyles, my father's will is in your possession."

Christopher smiled leisurely, "Now, you can read it out in my presence. After all, I'm the only one left in the Iverson family."

Mr. Lyles sighed helplessly. With a trace of sorrow in his expression, he pulled out the will from his briefcase. It was a document that went through countless revisions.

The moment Mr. Lyles took the will out, Christopher abruptly stood up and snatched the papers from his hands, eagerly flipping through them. Line by line, the black ink on white paper reflected in his dark, enigmatic eyes.

Christopher stood still, frozen in place as the seconds ticked by. Even Mr. Lyles, who had weathered countless storms, felt intense pressure. Beads of cold sweat formed on his brow.

Finally, after reading the entire document, Christopher narrowed his eyes slightly. He smiled mockingly and tossed the will at the attorney's feet.

"He even remembered to leave something for James and Astrid, who are locked up in prison. Yet he did not leave a single thing for me. Excellent! This is exactly what a father would do."

But that was not all.

Lance had even abolished the

hereditary system within the Iverson Group. He upended decades of family control. After his death, the company would select capable individuals to manage the company.

Christopher started laughing-loud and unrestrained.

Even if he did rise to the position of CEO, he had been nothing more than a tool for Lance to stabilize the situation from the beginning. Once he had served his purpose, Lance would just discard him.

Even now, as the last remaining member of the family that was not in prison, Christopher still did not get a thing from that cruel and cold-hearted father of his.

Observing the hint of madness in Christopher's demeanor, Mr. Lyles could not stop sweating in distress.

With Lance's sudden death, Mr.

Lyles found himself in a dangerous position as the sole witness holding the will. He was all too aware of how dangerous this was. He knew full well that this young man had a heart of steel and ruthless ambition. He Knew Christopher was capable of devouring anyone without remorse.

And now, the moment had arrived much sooner than expected.

"Mr. Lyle, you were my father's trusted aide. Now that he's gone, I hope you can become mine and help me manage the Iverson Group."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2028-Christopher gracefully sat down again. His tone carried a blend of arrogance and veiled threat.

Mr. Lyles stood there trembling, hesitant and unsure. Sensing his indecision, Taylor stepped forward and handed him a lighter.

"Mr. Lyles, you're a smart man. You should understand that when a new king ascends to the throne, there will be new ministers. However, Mr. Iverson is a generous and kind-hearted person. He values your work and hopes you will continue to serve as the Iverson Group's legal advisor. Once Mr. Iverson officially takes charge, we will also take care of your family in recognition of your loyalty. Surely, this mutually beneficial outcome is something you'd want to see, right?"

Caught in a web of conflicting emotions, Mr. Lyles was terrified. However, it was clear that Christopher's patience was wearing thin.

A few minutes later, Mr. Lyles lit the lighter and set the will ablaze with trembling hands.

…

With the final obstacle removed, Christopher announced an emergency board meeting and scheduled it for the very next day.

He could not even wait until Lance's funeral arrangements were complete.

As he exited the lounge, Taylor and Mr. Lyles followed closely behind him.

Suddenly, Christopher paused. His previously dark eyes now gleamed with a vibrant light, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

At the other end of the corridor, the Thompsons approached, dressed in solemn black attire.

Supported by Mila, Wyatt walked with a grave expression. Asher, Axel, Arnold, and Bella followed behind.

"Bella…" Christopher murmured, staring at the woman he loved longingly.

Bella could feel the intensity of Christopher's gaze. However, her eyes remained cold and indifferent, exuding an unapproachable chill.

The way he looked at her made her skin crawl. It was as if a venomous snake stung her, causing goosebumps to rise on her snowy skin.

“Ash, did you see that? That shifty-eyed bastard is lusting after Bella again." Axel gritted his teeth, his voice low with barely suppressed anger. “I really want to gouge out his eyes and pickle them!"

"Pickled eyes? Are you sure you want to eat something that'll rot your insides?" Arnold squinted his fox-like eyes, teasing Axel.

The thought of Christopher's secret, monstrous deeds, pretending to be the epitome of grace and suffering, sent a shiver down Arnold's spine. He could not help but tremble slightly.

"Arnold, are you cold?" Asher asked in a deep voice.

"No…"

Before Arnold-could finish his sentence, Asher had already taken off his suit jacket and draped it over Arnold's shoulders. Then he gently grasped Arnold's hand, holding it tightly without a care for who might be watching, his actions both tender and resolute.Arnold felt the warmth radiating from Asher. As he clutched his jacket close, his long, pale fingers intertwined with Asher's.

Though Asher had always treated him well since they had become a couple, his care had been so meticulous recently that it occasionally left Arnold feeling overwhelmed.

"Uncle Wyatt." Christopher quickly stepped forward to stand before Wyatt, his eyes bloodshot with exhaustion.

"My condolences, Mr. Iverson," Wyatt said, his expression a mix of unease and conflict.

Though Wyatt's and Lance's long-standing friendship soured in recent years, Lance was gone now. Holding onto past grievances seemed meaningless.

"Now that I'm the only one left in the Iverson family, everyone else is avoiding me at this critical moment."

Christopher's voice trembled with emotion, his eyes misty with sorrow. "I'm truly grateful that you're here to see my father off… I admit I've made mistakes in the past. Today… ` sincerely apologize for whateve done." With that, Christopher bowed deeply.

QUAS Wyatt's brows furrowed slightly, and his lips tightened into a thin line.

When Christopher straightened up, his posture was firm, and his gaze was intense as he looked deeply at Bella, his voice rough.

"Even if you don't believe me, I'll confess once more. I've never had any ill intentions toward you or Bella. My feelings have always been sincere. Please believe me, Uncle Wyatt."

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2029-The hallway plunged into an icy silence. It was as if they were standing in the cold morgue.

Instead of being moved by Christopher's shameless and brazen confession, Bella found it utterly repulsive.

Filled with coldness and disgust, her gaze bore into him as if she were looking at a terrifying, monstrous creature.

"Hah, though you've got the nerve to say that, I feel quite uneasy hearing it, Mr. Iverson." As someone straightforward and unfiltered, Axel could not hold back his anger any longer. "You've repeatedly targeted my brother-in-law just to get to Bella. Do you have any idea how much you've hurt him?” Axel's repeated emphasis on "brother-in-law" was so deliberate that Christopher's face visibly darkened.

"Fine, let's say your petty jealousies are just a young man's whim. My brother-in-law doesn't hold grudges, so we haven't made an issue about it. But don't think for a second that our family has forgotten what you did to my father!"

Axel's anger flared as he recalled the past, his eyes blazing with fury and his veins bulging in his neck. "When my father fell ill, you pretended to offer help, but what was that trash you gave him? After taking your so-called medicine, his condition only got worse! Don't you dare claim you didn't have malicious intentions! Just because my father didn't support you and Bella, you decided to take revenge, didn't you? Do you think the Thompson family is just going to sit back and take that?"

After holding back for so long, seeing Christopher in person finally pushed Axel over the edge.

Even the Larsons shared Axel's anger. Their eyes blazed with righteous indignation.

In the past, Asher would have quickly intervened to calm his brother down.

But this time, he chose to remain silent.

"Ax, today isn't the time to bring this up," Wyatt scolded gently, his brows knitting together.

"I really didn't know the medication would have such strong side effects. If I had known…"

“Mr. Iverson, I've been friends with your father for decades. He even saved my life once. Even though we have grown apart in recent years, I am not one to forget a debt of gratitude. So, I won't hold the matter of the medicine against you any longer," Wyatt said coldly, his gaze fixed on Christopher, whose face was masked with an expression of feigned innocence and grievance.

Christopher's breath hitched. His fingers curled tightly into fists.

This statement implied that the only reason Wyatt was still willing to talk to Christopher was out of respect for his deceased father. If he were any harsher, it would be as if Christopher was not worth as much as a dead man.

"Where is your father? Let me see him one last time." With these words, Wyatt signaled that he wanted to end the conversation.

The group arrived at the morgue and paused at the entrance.

“Uncle Wyatt, my father is inside,” Christopher said, his eyes red with grief.

He portrayed the image of a devoted son mourning his father to perfection.

Having prepared himself mentally et since hearing the news and during the journey here, Wyatt found his usually composed demeanon faltering. His tall frame trembled, his heart heavy with the weight of countless emotions.

After all, Lance was his friend of over thirty years, someone who had weathered many storms alongside him.

"He lived his whole life in the et spotlight, always competing with me, and now… He's gone just like that Wyatt murmured, his voice laced with sorrow. Supported by Axel and Mila, Wyatt slowly stepped into the morgue.

Just as Christopher was about to follow them inside, Bella's cold voice cut through the air, piercing his spine. "Christopher."

Christopher's heart raced as he quickly turned around. "Bella, you—” She interrupted him immediately, her gaze as sharp as a blade.

The Divorced Heiress Revenge Chapter 2030-"Let's talk."

In the dimly lit hospital stairwell, the motion sensor light had not activated, leaving only the faint green glow of the emergency exit sign.

In the dark space, Bella and Christopher locked eyes. The surrounding air chilled rapidly.

"Bella, it's been a while since we last met at the Hoffman family's funeral. How have you been?" Christopher's gaze was intense as he took a step closer.

Bella took a step back. Her crimson lips curled into a mocking smile. "Christopher, do you really think you're doing everything flawlessly? Do you think you're the smartest person in the world, playing everyone in the palm of your hand? Do you think I don't know about your dealings with the Larson family's eldest son, Aaron, or what you've done to the people of the Southern Star Syndicate?"

She only mentioned Aaron and not Owen Hopkins, because she intended to keep the latter as a trump card. In time, Owen would be an even stronger leverage than Yvonne. Moreover, knowing Christopher's ruthlessness, if Owen were exposed, he might eliminate the threat immediately and destroy crucial evidence in the process.

"Bella, I know you don't like me, but there have been some misunderstandings."

Christopher fixed his gaze on Bella's face. Though he had admired it countless times, it still caused his heart to race. His lips curved gently as he spoke with his usual refined demeanor.

"Even if I have dealings with the Larsons, it's strictly business. Now that I've fully taken over Iverson Corporation, I plan to expand into the medical field, building hospitals and pharmaceutical factories. My interactions with Aaron are purely for business negotiations. As for the Southern Star Syndicate, their organization has been in chaos ever since their boss got arrested. That's all I know."

"You and Aaron are doing business, alright. You're trading in human lives, using them as test subjects for your drugs!"

Bella's fury blazed like wildfire as she pulled out the pack of blue pills from her pocket and threw them forcefully at Christopher's face. "The Southern Star Syndicate members are nothing but your test subjects. You chose them because you disguised your drugs as narcotics and sold them to the underworld. Even if the police found out, you would have a way to shift all the blame onto the syndicate, clearing yourself of any guilt!"

Christopher lowered his long, dark lashes, calmly bending down to pick up the pills.

He gazed at Bella with an expression devoid of anger, his eyes still full of tender affection, as if he could not help but be captivated by her. He was completely indulgent with her, as if she were the only one who mattered.

As expected of the woman he loved all his life, she was indeed sharp and intelligent.

Yet, despite his admiration, he remained cautious. After all, his Bella was cunning. She might be recording their conversagh “Bella, I really have no idea what you're talking about."

Christopher continued smiling at her, slipping the pills into his suit pocket.

This action gave Bella a stark and bloody answer.

"What will make you stop, Christopher?" Bella took a deep breath, shifting into negotiation mode.

She knew he was beyond reason. He was morally bankrupt.

However, she wanted to see just how depraved and evil a person could become.

She considered it nothing but an insight into how these people act.

Thud- Christopher's tensed left arm pushed O the side of E head, pinning her beneath Bella'ce he heaved heavily. Bella's pupils contracted, her expression cold and unyielding, showing no fear.

At such close quarters, she was not afraid of his touch.

If he dared to harm her, she would be ready to use her butterfly knife to sever his limbs.

"Only the person who tied the knot can untie it Despite the absence of anyone else, Christopher spoke in a low, intimate tone, meant solely for her ears. "Bella, leave Justin and be with me. I promise I'll become the dear 'Chris' in your memories."