The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Only the power of money could ease Ryan's jealousy.

Charles was formally prosecuted by the prosecutor's office as he faced several serious charges.

The Iverson family's attitude was also clear. Just like they had abandoned Astrid, they now threw Charles to the side.

After all, if they still tried to save this useless trash, the whole Iverson Group might sink.

After Charles was detained in jail for a week, he did not welcome the hope of light to save him. Instead, what came to him was the thorn in his side-Christopher. "Hey, bastard."

Wearing gray prison clothes, Charles looked unkempt with stubble. He sniffed. "Are you here to laugh at me too? Next time, you can come with James. I've got no fucking time to see you fucking dogs every other day!"

"No time? Aren't you still meeting me now?"

Christopher curled his lips, smiling faintly. "If you truly harbor no more hope, you wouldn't even come to meet me. Since you did, it means you still want to hear some good news. After all, you also know that, with our relationship, I have no reason to visit you and check on how you're doing. Am I right?"

"So? Are you bailing me out?"

do it, so

fuck are you

in a hurry to reveal his purpose. He asked with a smile, "How was your conversation with James

teeth, not

be a

nobody who offended him has gotten off lightly Now that you've fallen out with him, I suppose throughout your

his help?! Pfft!" Charles

the days he spent in jail, he had heard of how rapists were at the bottom of the prison hierarchy, often becoming targets of bullying. How could he possibly not

if someone could look out for you in the future,

around the bush and tell me

I was

in Sentania all

from me, you'll still be able to live a comfortable life in prison." Christopher casually put his hand on

superiority.