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."

there was a knock

entered. He led in a man dressed in a suit and

then locked the door

a seat," Christopher said, a smile

he the legal advisor for the Iverson Group, but he was also the private attorney for

Christopher," Attorney Lyles greeted him with

it was clear that he was not entirely satisfied with

the major power shift now inevitable and only awaiting the formal announcement at the upcoming board

my father's will

out in my presence. After all, I'm

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

stood up and snatched the papers from his hands, eagerly

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

entire document, Christopher narrowed his eyes slightly. He smiled

in prison. Yet he did not leave a single thing for

was

even