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?"

you can do about it. I love it best when the person you try to

but I never waste my emotions on

his father, James did not mind letting Christopher have

rushed over and shut

your people address you

sarcastically. "It's a shame that there can only be one Mr. Iverson in the company, and that's me. But I

Christopher's shoulder. "You

handkerchief near Christopher's feet and took

never let James' words

nerves. Christopher stared James down through his gold-rimmed

the Iverson Group

checks on it." Christopher gritted