Chapter 2027



For a man like Lance, who was once a titan of industry who stood shoulder to shoulder with Wyatt, news of his death should have been immediately suppressed by the Iverson Group. The company usually waited until the situation stabilized before making any formal announcement.

However, against all expectations, the news spread like wildfire overnight, with countless media outlets rushing to report it. It turned the entire city into a storm of speculation.

The source of the leak? Christopher.

Now, with the entire Iverson family reduced to just one man, Christopher, it was only natural that he would inherit the Iverson Group.

After years of plotting, he finally achieved his long-held ambition.

He ascended to the pinnacle of Iverson Group's power, leaving countless casualties in his wake.

The hospital's morgue temporarily housed Lance's body. As the sole family member, Christopher refused an autopsy. With no signs of foul play found at the scene, the police concluded the case as a sudden death due to natural causes.

In the hospital's lounge, Christopher sat upright on a square black leather sofa. His arms rested naturally yet regally on the armrests, eyes closed as he imagined himself seated on a throne.

"Dad, in all my nearly thirty years of life, this is the best gift you've ever given me. Thank you for making it all possible. Rest in peace."

then, there was a knock on

led in a

locked the door

please have a seat," Christopher

only was he the legal advisor for the Iverson Group, but he was also the private attorney for the entire Iverson family. He had served Lance for

Lyles greeted him

that he was not entirely satisfied with this

with the major power shift now inevitable and only awaiting the formal announcement at the upcoming board meeting, there was no

will is in your

out in my presence. After all, I'm the only one left in

pulled out the will from his briefcase. It was a document that

Mr. Lyles took the will out, Christopher abruptly stood up and snatched the papers from his hands, eagerly flipping through them. Line by line, the black ink on white paper reflected in his dark,

ticked by. Even Mr. Lyles, who had weathered countless storms, felt intense

slightly. He smiled mockingly and tossed the

to leave something for James and Astrid, who are locked up in prison. Yet he did not leave a single thing for me. Excellent! This is exactly

was

even

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