The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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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 outcis 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.

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

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

At the other end of the corridor, the Thompsons approached, dressed in solemn black attire.

Supported by Mila, Wyatt walked with a grave expression. Asher, Axel, Arnold, and Bella followed behind.

"Bella..." Christopher murmured, staring at the woman he loved longingly.

Bella could feel the intensity of Christopher's gaze. However, her eyes remained cold and indifferent, exuding an unapproachable chill.

The way he looked at her made her skin crawl. It was as if a venomous snake stung her, causing goosebumps to rise on her snowy skin.

"Ash, did you see that? That shifty-eyed bastard is lusting after Bella again." Axel gritted his teeth, his voice low with barely suppressed anger. "I really want to gouge out his eyes and pickle them!" "Pickled eyes? Are you sure you want to eat something that'll rot your insides?" Arnold squinted his fox-like eyes, teasing Axel. The thought of Christopher's secret, monstrous deeds, pretending to be the epitof grace and suffering, sent a shiver down Arnold's spine. He could not help but tremble slightly.

"Arnold, are you cold?" Asher asked in a deep voice. "No..." Before Arnold-could finish his sentence, Asher had already taken off his suit jacket and draped it over Arnold's shoulders. Then he gently grasped Arnold's hand, holding it tightly without a care for who might be watching, his actions both tender and resolute. Content belongs to en.swArnold felt the warmth radiating from Asher. As he clutched his jacket close, his long, pale fingers intertwined with Asher's. Though Asher had always treated him well since they had beca couple, his care had been so meticulous recently that it occasionally left Arnold feeling overwhelmed.

"Uncle Wyatt." Christopher quickly stepped forward to stand before Wyatt, his eyes bloodshot with exhaustion.

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"My condolences, Mr. Iverson," Wyatt said, his expression a mix of unease and conflict.

Though Wyatt's and Lance's long-standing friendship soured in recent years, Lance was gone now. Holding onto past grievances seemed meaningless.

"Now that I'm the only one left in the Iverson family, everyone else is avoidingat this critical moment." Christopher's voice trembled with emotion, his eyes misty with sorrow. "I'm truly grateful that you're here to see my father off... I admit I've made mistakes in the past. Today... sincerely apologize for what i've done." Content belongs to en.swWith that, Christopher bowed deeply.

n Wyatt's brows furrowed slightly, and his lips tightened into a thin line.

When Christopher straightened up, his posture was firm, and his gaze was intense as he looked deeply at Bella, his voice rough.

"Even if you don't believe me, I'll confess once more. I've never had any ill intentions toward you or Bella. My feelings have always been sincere. Please believe me, Uncle Wyatt." Content belongs to en.sw.net

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