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

a man dressed in a suit and carrying

then locked the door

please have a seat," Christopher

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 entire Iverson family. He had served Lance for over

Attorney Lyles greeted him with

it was clear that he was not entirely satisfied with this

only awaiting the formal announcement at the upcoming board meeting, there was no

my father's will is in

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

pulled out

stood up and snatched the papers from his hands, eagerly flipping through them. Line by line, the black

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

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

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 what

was

even abolished