The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

James finally realized that Christopher intended to settle old scores today. Everyone's astonished gazes turned to his stiff face, including Lance's.

"What nonsense are you spouting, Christopher?" James was accustomed to dealing with deceitful people, and he was not about to be intimidated by Christopher's insinuations. He gritted his teeth and sneered. "Your mother was promiscuous and unfaithful. What does that have to do with me?"

"I'll ask you one more time. Do you dare to swear that my mother's situation had nothing to do with you?"

"Pfft, why should I swear to you? Do you think you're worthy?" James refused to fall into the trap.

Christopher's pale lips curled slightly, his eyes holding a deadly, black storm. "James, haven't you always wanted to take back the CEO position from me? Let's make a bet. If you dare to swear that my mother's situation had nothing to do with you, I'll give up the CEO position to you."

The crowd was shocked. Bella and Justin were equally stunned, watching Christopher with wide eyes. For Christopher, the CEO position of the Iverson Corporation was his most prized possession. It was everything he had meticulously schemed for. His willingness to stake it showed just how prepared he was for this confrontation.

"There's nothing to give up. That position was mine to begin with!" James was enraged by Christopher's arrogance, grinding his teeth in hatred. "You took it from me through underhanded means, so don't act all righteous!"

"Fine, I'll return it to you. Not only that, I'll leave Iverson Group and return to Sentania." Christopher's eyes gleamed red. "Do you dare to agree?"

This was a desperate gamble!

of conscience.

who planted the seeds of disaster. If Mrs. Iverson had not been framed and had been allowed to stay and raise her son, perhaps Christopher would not have become the terrifying person he is today. But time could not be reversed. The atmosphere in the room was tense and silent, with everyone holding their breath as they watched the confrontation. Trembling in her son's arms, Mrs. Iverson was unaware of the storm brewing. James's teeth ground together audibly, but his mind was racing. This wild card's

the evidence was long lost. He smirked darkly.

James, I want you to kneel before her and apologize publicly. You'll also hold a press conference to expose all the traps and schemes you set against her to restore her reputation." Christopher's voice was filled with menace. "Surely, the eldest young

but you won't get what you want. Because I didn't

he was more concerned that Christopher

cover it up. Instead, he was escalating

malicious amusement as

the banquet hall doors creaked open. Taylor led the way, followed by two men in black, dragging a scruffy, downtrodden middle-aged man before everyone. The man shivered uncontrollably, frequently sniffling as if he

a drug addict." Ryan observed,

At that moment, Mrs. Iverson's eyes widened in terror, and

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with his body while soothing her trembling back. He glanced at James with

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