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?"

love it when I crush you, and there's 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

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

earned the favor of his father, James did not mind letting

over and shut his

your people

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

and wiped his hands nonchalantly from patting Christopher's shoulder. "You can

the handkerchief near Christopher's feet

words get to

nerves. Christopher

think the Iverson Group belongs to

Terranova? Run checks on it." Christopher gritted his teeth,