The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Southern Star was now in turmoil, struggling with internal and external crises. With Watson's godson Elias arrested and Sasha taking charge of the group, only Lane remained by Watson's side.

Watson took a deep breath, his eyes dark and brooding as he stared at Christopher's haughty and aristocratic face. The eyes hidden behind Christopher's refined gold-rimmed glasses seemed to conceal ulterior motives.

Having been with Watson for many years, Lane had seen all sorts of demons and monsters. She could sense that Christopher's visit was far from friendly. She felt him radiating ambition and hostility.

"Mr. Jenkins, you don't look well. It seems you're quite ill.” Before Watson's invitation to sit, Taylor had already moved a chair over, and Christopher elegantly seated himself.

His tone was not that of a concerned visitor but of a blatant agitator.

Lane's anger flared up. As she was about to speak up, Watson cut her off, his gaze icy. "Chairman Iverson, if you chere to visit, you can leave now that you've seen me." "Don't be hasty, Mr. Jenkins." Christopher reclined with his tall and lean figure, crossing his legs casually. "I cto visit you, but that's just one part of my agenda. The main reason I'm here is to discuss business with you." "I have nothing to discuss with you, Chairman Iverson!" Watson's voice was weak with frustration. "Lane, see him out!" "I want to acquire the Southern Star Group," Christopher stated coldly, his ambition blatant and unrestrained.

It was nothing but an arrogant declaration.

"What... What did you just say?!" Watson's face flushed red with anger, his previously pale countenance now suffused with rage. The Southern Star Group was Watson's lifelong achievement.

Not only that, but Wyatt had also provided significant support behind the scenes. To ensure the Southern Star Group's success and that projects could be established in Savrow and other provinces, Wyatt invested over $300 million of his own savings.

Sasha was unaware of this, as were Bella and the other Thompson family members. Wyatt had used his personal savings to support the Jenkins family without expecting repayment.

Now, Christopher, this presumptuous young man, wanted to swallow up the Southern Star Group right from the start of the conversation. How could Watson tolerate that? It was like letting this pale-faced little brat defecate on his neck! "Heh... It's not even dark yet. Are you already daydreaming, Chairman Iverson?" Watson's eyes burned with rage, his emaciated body trembling slightly. "The Southern Star Group isn't a publicly listed company. It's not something you can just acquire. I don't agree with it. So, don't even think about it!" "Indeed, that's true. That's why I chere to discuss it with you." Christopher adjusted his glasses and remained calm. His long fingers lazily pointed upward.

"Otherwise, not only will I engage in a business war with you, but I could also have the police visit your territory frequently. How long do you think the Southern Star's business will last if that happens?" Lane clearly felt Watson's hand growing colder and trembling severely. She could not help but feel both anxious and angry.

"Since the Southern Star Group is doomed anyway, why not sell it to me? My offer is something that very few people could refuse." Christopher smiled as he spread his hands, and Taylor respectfully presented a stack of checks. "Take this money. It's enough for you to get proper medical treatment. It'l also ensure a comfortable life for you and your wife in your later years. If you miss this opportunity, when Southern Star eventually falls apart, even if you offer it for free, no one will want it." Content belongs to en.swHe signed a check with a flourish, writing down an amount beyond what ordinary people could dream of, and tore it off, handing it to Taylor.

Taylor then walked over and handed the check to Watson.

Gasping for breath, Watson received the check.

Christopher's smile grew. However, his triumph lasted only three seconds before Watson tore the billion-dollar check into shreds. His face darkened, his eyes cold and menacing.

"Southern Star... No matter what, I will never sell it to you!" Watson's eyes turned crimson with rage as he hurled the shredded paper at Christopher, scattering it across the floor. "Take your filthy money and get out!" Eyes wide with anger, Taylor was about to retaliate. However, Christopher raised his hand, stopping him with a calm gesture. "In that case, let's change the terms of our discussion." n The man's eyes narrowed. A faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips. "As long as you agree to sell the Southern Star Group to me, I can ensure your godson, Elias, survives this ordeal. The prosecutors are going to charge him with intentional homicide. If luck is on his side, he'll face the death penalty. If not, life imprisonment. If you sign the contract, I'll send him back to you. Sign the transfer agreement, and I guarantee that within a week, Elias will be back by your side, safe and sound." Content belongs to en.swWatson's heart clenched painfully, his entire being contorted in anguish. Though officially his subordinate, Elias was as dear to him as a son.

How could he bear to see Elias die? In his agonizing struggle, Taylor had already placed the pen and transfer contract before him. The thin sheets of paper seemed so heavy, threatening to crush his legs with their weight.

Trembling, Watson held the pen, its tip hovering over the signature line, unable to bring himself to sign.

"Chairman Jenkins..." Lane's heart ached, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Christopher checked his watch, his impatience growing evident. "I'm busy and don't have extra tto deal with you. Make a decision quickly. You might be able to wait, but Elias cannot." Amid Watson's heart-wrenching dilemma, a deep voice cut through the air like a resonant bell echoing in an ancient, silent temple. "Hold on!" mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fifl0&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1