The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

With a friendly smile, James patted Christopher's shoulder and said pensively, "Dad is not getting any younger. He's been troubled by worries lately. It's time that he takes a break. You can come straight to us for any issues revolving around work. Don't add to Dad's troubles."

"Yeah, Chris. James is the president. You can learn a lot from him," Lance echoed the same sentiment. He regained trust and respect for his eldest son.

Christopher looked James dead in the eyes, but a gentle smile soon spread across his lips. "You have a keen eye for business. I have a lot to learn from you. Here's to a positive outcome to your signed deal."

Christopher left the study with a grimace and strode along the corridor.

"Why are you leaving in a hurry, Chris? Dad wants us to have dinner together."

James stopped him and approached with confidence.

"Do you actually want to be at the same table as me?" Christopher turned around and looked askance at him.

"I do. Why wouldn't I?"

nothing you can do about it. I love it best when the person you try to harm is sitting unscathed right in front of you. The disappointed look on your face is

never waste my emotions on trash." Christopher curled his lips and pushed

the favor of his father, James did not mind letting

Taylor rushed over and shut his mouth

people address

in the company, and that's me. But I am a generous man. I won't deny you a chance to live in

from patting Christopher's shoulder. "You can be

the handkerchief near

never let James' words get to him

touched his nerves. Christopher stared

is? Does he think the Iverson Group belongs

in Terranova? Run checks on it." Christopher gritted his teeth, the growl hidden in his throat bearing