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 on the

He led in a man dressed in a suit and carrying a

locked the

Christopher said, a smile playing on his

Lyles was one of Lance's most trusted confidants. Not only was he the legal advisor for the Iverson Group, but he was also the private attorney for the

Christopher," Attorney Lyles greeted him with

composed, it was clear that he was

awaiting the formal announcement at the upcoming

will is

presence. After all,

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

abruptly stood up and snatched the papers from his hands,

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

slightly. He smiled mockingly and tossed the will at the

Astrid, who are locked up in prison. Yet he did not leave a single thing

was

even