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?"

do about it. I love it best when the person you try to harm is sitting

but I never waste my emotions on trash." Christopher curled his lips

of his father, James did

rushed over and shut his mouth when he

your people address

sarcastically. "It's a shame that there can only be one Mr. Iverson in the company, and that's me. But I am a generous man. I won't deny you a chance to

wiped his hands nonchalantly from patting Christopher's shoulder. "You can be the Mr. Iverson to your loser subordinates

near Christopher's feet and took

words get to

his nerves. Christopher stared

the Iverson Group belongs to him?"

building of a resort in Terranova? Run checks on it." Christopher gritted his teeth, the growl hidden