The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

With a friendly smile, James patted Christopher's shoulder and said pensively, "Dad is not getting any younger. He's been troubled by worries lately. It's time that he takes a break. You can come straight to us for any issues revolving around work. Don't add to Dad's troubles."

"Yeah, Chris. James is the president. You can learn a lot from him," Lance echoed the same sentiment. He regained trust and respect for his eldest son.

Christopher looked James dead in the eyes, but a gentle smile soon spread across his lips. "You have a keen eye for business. I have a lot to learn from you. Here's to a positive outcome to your signed deal."

Christopher left the study with a grimace and strode along the corridor.

"Why are you leaving in a hurry, Chris? Dad wants us to have dinner together."

James stopped him and approached with confidence.

"Do you actually want to be at the same table as me?" Christopher turned around and looked askance at him.

do. Why wouldn't

pulled one on Christopher. "I love it when I crush you, and there's nothing you can do about it. I love it best when the person you try to harm is sitting unscathed right in front of you. The disappointed look on your face is

to disappoint you, but I never waste my emotions on trash." Christopher curled his lips and pushed

his father, James did not mind letting Christopher

shut his mouth when he saw James

your people address you

only be one Mr. Iverson in the company, and that's me. But I am a generous

out a handkerchief and wiped his hands nonchalantly from patting Christopher's shoulder. You can be the Mr.

near

let James' words get to

nerves. Christopher stared James down through

the Iverson Group belongs

"Yes, sir."

pulled out a steel sterilization box, and handed it over with both hands. "This is from