The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 323

On the ground floor, within the main hall.

Asher and Axel, alongside Ralph, who had donned a sophisticated suit, and the two madams, had graciously received Lance and his second son, Charles Iverson, into their residence.

“Asher the CEO and Axel the prosecutor! My, you two have grown into such fine young men! Oh, is this Madam Mila’s younger son? The last time I saw you, boy, you were still so small and playful. Now, you’ve grown to be so handsome! Where are you working these days?”

Lance Iverson, the chairman of the Iverson Group, warmly approached the Thompson brothers and enthusiastically shook hands with them.

“I am currently serving as a police officer, assigned to the criminal investigation department, Uncle Lance,” Ralph replied with a faint smile.

“Really… A police officer?” Lance expressed a degree of surprise, a glint of shrewdness flickering in his eyes.

From the perspective of this business magnate, a police officer was the lowest rung among public servants, earning meager wages, constantly putting themselves in danger, and engaging in a variety of gritty and strenuous tasks. More importantly, the career trajectory was limited. The pinnacle would be a senior police commissioner, far from the significance of inheriting a multi-billion-dollar family business.

you a good laugh.” Mila displayed a hint of embarrassment. Her younger

she was from the Larson family. She did not want to compete with Wyatt’s other wives or partition the rest of the Thompson family,

for her children to be exceptional individuals, subjecting them to particularly stringent

be an unambitious person and insisted on dedicating his life to criminal investigation, deviating from the

being too

a beaming smile. “How is Ralph lacking talent? At the age of 27, he achieved first -class merit and three second-class merits

of the Savrow First Criminal Investigation Division. He’s also the youngest captain in the history of the division, Uncle

promising young talent, indeed!”

upon hearing the accolades from his family, was even

shyly scratched his head

“Lance! Oh, my…”

son. His smiling eyes concealed a hint of teasing. “It’s been quite a while since you paid me a visit! I was starting to think some part of you malfunctioned

riding with me, and you came up with some excuse about being busy. What happened to the enthusiasm you used to have for horseback riding? It made me wonder if your legs aren’t nimble enough to climb onto a horse anymore due to your age. Were you afraid I’d make fun of you, so you declined my

mischievously curled