The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Axel had concrete and irrefutable evidence. The instant Theodore entered the prosecutor's office, he realized he was in big trouble.

Astrid was typically domineering and arrogant. At such a critical moment, no one was willing to help her. Everyone avoided her like the plague.

She had no option but to follow her father's and brother's orders to host a press conference for a public apology on behalf of the Iverson family. It felt like she was just being used by the Iverson family. Why did she have to deal with this humiliating task? Just because she was Lance's daughter?

The men in the Iverson family, who were related to her by blood, chose this crucial moment to push her into the public eye. They hid behind her like turtles, retreating into their shells. Was this how they should act?

The press conference was scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

Lately, Astrid felt like each day dragged on forever. She lost her appetite, had trouble sleeping, and was constantly irritated. Every second was excruciatingly painful.

She ended up spending a whole afternoon by herself in the wine cellar, drowning her sorrows in alcohol. As she thought about how all her hard work had gone to waste, she cried out loud in the lonely wine cellar.

"Rather than sitting here in tears, maybe you should think about why things have ended up like this."

Astrid suddenly stopped crying as she noticed Christopher coming toward her with a mocking grin.

"Why... Why?"

"Yes, why indeed?"

a wine glass, and poured himself some red wine. "Why have you consistently protected Theodore's years of hidden embezzlement, acceptance of bribes and enjoyment of the favors people sent his way without ever being exposed all along? Why did everything suddenly fall apart now,

why..." Astrid, feeling a bit tipsy, found her thoughts all jumbled.

remember what you did

comment, Astrid suddenly clicked. "Wait... Is it linked to the Thompson family?

hopeless when

the Thompson family has no beef with him.

pure panic as she got up, accidentally knocking over

much of a difference. What's done is done. Do you really think the

fear, screaming uncontrollably. Her hysterical screams echoed through the