The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Support your ass!"

Charles exploded immediately, throwing curse words around, his eyes red with madness.

"Christopher, you son of a bitch! How dare you say this? At the very least, James and I came from the same mother, and he looked out for me since we were young. Who do you think you are? You're just an illegitimate bastard born from a lowly affair between that bitch and another bodyguard! How do you have the audacity to covet the Iverson family business?!"

Taylor glared at this foul-mouthed man madly, his fists clenching in anger.

However, Christopher still wore a faint smile, as if he did not take Charles' words to heart at all.

"If you didn't set me up, exposing my scandals with those bunch of women, I wouldn't be investigated by the police, and things would not come to this point!

"The real mastermind is you! It's fucking you!"

"Charles, do you really think I'm the mastermind?"

Christopher pushed his golden-rimmed glasses lightly and asked in a calm tone, "Is the brother you have admired since childhood really someone who cares about sibling bonds? Is he really unrelated to everything that's happened to you?"

"Christopher, you're still trying to sow discord between us at this moment? Why are you such a despicable asshole?" Every pore on Charles' body exuded hatred for this brother of his.

least I've never used you, nor have I wanted to

him helplessly. "I only want to take back what

you mean?" Charles could sense that there was

you must've been thinking about one question every day you spent in jail. Why were you suddenly accused of hiring for murder? Don't you want to know what the truth is? Who's really

he still wanted to know how

his fingers, and Taylor placed

bomb had exploded in his brain, the shock causing his ears to ring, his neck to turn red, and his eyeballs to

recognize this man, right? He's James's secretary. He approached your subordinates privately, and I checked their accounts. They had a transfer of three million dollars. The sender's account was offshore so the police could not identify them. However, I believe the answer to where the money came from is clear,

of cold light. His eyes were

as if blood would drip

his

sneer. "He took care of the troubles for you

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but to

me? In this way, even if things went wrong, he could still blame it on me?!" Charles felt

Is all of this not enough to prove that the person who brought you

I know you hate Mr. Christopher, but apart from him, who would still care for you now? James set you up and still acted innocent in front of you, trying to get his hands on your shares. He's truly