The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"You... You... Hit me..." James could see stars. He mumbled with his mouth full of blood.

"You caused trouble on my turf and roughed up my staff. James, have I been too lenient with you?" Christopher looked down at him, his lips curling coldly.

"You... Your... Turf...?" James widened his eyes in shock.

"Pivotage is owned by Mr. Christopher. Everything inside here belongs to him," Taylor said proudly.

James' body turned stiff. He was so shocked that he was at a loss for words.

The mysterious owner behind the top club in the country, a popular place where countless people dreamed of becoming members to showcase their status, was Christopher?! Christopher was merely an abandoned son who just managed to stand his ground in the Iverson Group. How could he have accumulated such an empire? What kind of joke was this? "Since you came here to spend money, I won't do anything if you behave yourself. But I guess I've overestimated that you'll be able to act human."

Christopher turned around and walked to Yvonne, staring at her indifferently. He held out a clean hand toward her.

It was like when they first met. However, everything has changed.

hand represented salvation. He pulled Yvonne out of Hell and into the human world,

of hands that repeatedly pushed her into the abyss,

through it, and her

no longer wanted his pity and

Mr. Christopher... I can get up on my own." Yvonne steadied her breath, gritted her

draped Christopher's coat over Yvonne's shoulders. "Ms. Yvonne, Mr. Christopher immediately came to help you after hearing that you're in

face with a shaking finger, as if he only saw through his true

Christopher snorted coldly. "You've

ago whom you could bully and butcher at will. James, you're not only blind. You're

you weren't so full of yourself, how could

Don't boast

felt his vision swimming, unable to get up. "I've... Taken Asher down... Dad trusts me again and is ready to promote me... How long do

really think you took down Asher?"