The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2025

The air froze, and it was so quiet they could hear a needle drop.

Christopher looked at his father with a gaze as dark as a wild wolf's, yet his lips carried a casual hint of a smile. "Dad, it's just you and me left in the entire Iverson Group. Why beat around the bush? Can't we just be direct?"

Lance sneered and picked up a document on the table, flinging it at him.

The papers scattered at his feet, and he coldly looked down.

"Christopher, you've really done it. The first present you gave me after becoming the CEO is embezzling funds and helping outsiders, huh?"

Lance's gaze was icy, and he clenched his jaw in anger. "Do you think you're the only one who benefited from bribing the finance manager to funnel the company's funds to your offshore account and create a secret fund?

"That old fox was secretly siphoning his share as well. Because of his greed, it enabled me to trace it back to the things you did behind my back! That bastard returned the money and confessed what you secretly ordered him to do!

"He worked for me for decades, yet you've already started to dream of using my people for your own benefits after taking office for a few days. You're not just bold; you're delusional!"

Christopher did not bother to bend down and pick up the papers. Instead, he stepped on them, turning the papers into wrinkled trash with his polished shoe.

He knew about the finance manager's wrongdoings but did not care. Christopher only used people with greed. He might not dare to use those without desires.

Unexpectedly, he was caught by Lance.

"So, what do you want to do?" Christopher pushed his glasses and asked with a calm smile.

up Lance's heart. Was he fearless because there was no going

for you, so I don't want to be too

for disregarding our relationship. If the prosecution catches wind of this, it will be awkward for your situation. You've heavily offended the Thompson family before. Now that a chance to

Christopher was expressionless,

shares of Iverson Group you hold,

a puppet. Any of

in front of him, who was so intent on making his life miserable, and his

are you done

frowned. "What do you

"It's my turn now."

the coffee table, picked up the remote

lit up, and instantly, the lustful and explicit images that

at his naked self on

extreme anger, he trembled all over, his vision

you and your gang of old buddies sure

changing expressions with mild interest. "Your skills are quite decent. You're

"You... you...!"

wildly,

this video out. After all, we are father

blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for forcing me into this confrontation.