The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2028



Christopher gracefully sat down again. His tone carried a blend of arrogance and veiled threat.

Mr. Lyles stood there trembling, hesitant and unsure. Sensing his indecision, Taylor stepped forward and handed him a lighter.

"Mr. Lyles, you're a smart man. You should understand that when a new king ascends to the throne, there will be new ministers. However, Mr. Iverson is a generous and kind-hearted person. He values your work and hopes you will continue to serve as the Iverson Group's legal advisor. Once Mr. Iverson officially takes charge, we will also take care of your family in recognition of your loyalty. Surely, this mutually beneficial outcome is something you'd want to see, right?"

Caught in a web of conflicting emotions, Mr. Lyles was terrified. However, it was clear that Christopher's patience was wearing thin.

A few minutes later, Mr. Lyles lit the lighter and set the will ablaze with trembling hands.

...

With the final obstacle removed, Christopher announced an emergency board meeting and scheduled it for the very next day.

He could not even wait until Lance's funeral arrangements were complete.

As he exited the lounge, Taylor and Mr. Lyles followed closely behind him.

Christopher paused. His previously dark eyes now gleamed with a vibrant light, his heart

other end of the corridor, the Thompsons approached, dressed in solemn

Mila, Wyatt walked with a grave expression. Asher, Axel, Arnold, and Bella

murmured, staring at the woman he

intensity of Christopher's gaze. However, her eyes remained cold and indifferent, exuding

her skin crawl. It was as if a venomous snake stung her, causing

shifty-eyed bastard is lusting after Bella again." Axel gritted his teeth, his voice low with barely

sure you want to eat something that'll rot your insides?" Arnold

deeds, pretending to be the epitome of grace and suffering, sent a shiver down Arnold's spine. He could not help but

cold?" Asher asked

"No..."

over Arnold's shoulders. Then he gently grasped Arnold's hand, holding

from Asher. As he clutched his jacket close, his long,

well since they had become a couple, his

stand before Wyatt, his eyes bloodshot