The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

In the largest conference hall of the Central Hall, the atmosphere was quite solemn, filled with high-ranking officials and industry leaders from Savrow and across the nation.

Mayor Solloway was giving a speech at the conference.

Important figures like council members and business representatives sat at the front, while family members like Astrid could only find seats at the back.

Being the sole heiress of the Iverson family, Astrid had a significant standing in the circles of elite socialites. However, in the male-dominated world of politics, it was a different realm entirely. She was merely Theodore's spouse, without much right to speak.

Naturally, someone with her prominent and assertive personality was not happy about this.

She was the one who had meticulously crafted her husband's ascent to his current prestigious position. Without the backing of the Iverson family, the support from her father, and her careful grooming, Theodore's rise would have been impossible.

The more Astrid thought about it, the prouder she felt. Her previous sour mood, caused by rival mistresses, dissipated like smoke.

She vowed to one day sit at the front, just like the mayor's wife, Mrs. Solloway.

With this in mind, Astrid sat up straight, almost haughtily, as if she were looking down at others.

her and whispered

If you didn't know better, you'd think her head was in

started yet, and she's already acting as if her husband is guaranteed

thinks she's the precious heiress of the Iverson family. Doesn't she know that a married daughter is technically nothing to their birth family? It's widely known in our circle that she's been siphoning of huge sums of money from her family like a mouse burrowing back into

two ever come to power, the people of Savrow are in

of her high-class background, and resentful

Mayor Solloway

room erupted into thunderous

his business plans for Savrow for the upcoming three years!" Theodore walked onto the stage with all eyes on him and applause filling the

stood up to clap for him, eager for everyone to recognize their

microphone with a broad smile, "Now, let

to face the big screen behind him, but in the next

vanished, replaced by a look of stormy dread, as if lightning

of the expected project PowerPoint slides, a handwritten bill appeared