The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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."

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entered. He led in a man dressed in

the door

seat," Christopher said, a

the Iverson Group,

greeted him with a

that he was not entirely satisfied with

awaiting the formal announcement at the upcoming board meeting, there

father's will

leisurely, "Now, you can read it out in my presence. After all, I'm the only one

sighed helplessly. With a trace of sorrow in his expression, he pulled out the will from his briefcase. It was a document that went through countless

will out, Christopher abruptly stood up and snatched the papers from his hands, eagerly flipping

as the seconds ticked by. Even Mr. Lyles, who had weathered countless storms, felt intense pressure. Beads of cold sweat

narrowed his eyes slightly. He smiled mockingly and tossed the will at the attorney's

locked up in prison. Yet he did not leave a single thing for me. Excellent! This is exactly what a

that was

even abolished