The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2027



For a man like Lance, who was once a titan of industry who stood shoulder to shoulder with Wyatt, news of his death should have been immediately suppressed by the Iverson Group. The company usually waited until the situation stabilized before making any formal announcement.

However, against all expectations, the news spread like wildfire overnight, with countless media outlets rushing to report it. It turned the entire city into a storm of speculation.

The source of the leak? Christopher.

Now, with the entire Iverson family reduced to just one man, Christopher, it was only natural that he would inherit the Iverson Group.

After years of plotting, he finally achieved his long-held ambition.

He ascended to the pinnacle of Iverson Group's power, leaving countless casualties in his wake.

The hospital's morgue temporarily housed Lance's body. As the sole family member, Christopher refused an autopsy. With no signs of foul play found at the scene, the police concluded the case as a sudden death due to natural causes.

In the hospital's lounge, Christopher sat upright on a square black leather sofa. His arms rested naturally yet regally on the armrests, eyes closed as he imagined himself seated on a throne.

"Dad, in all my nearly thirty years of life, this is the best gift you've ever given me. Thank you for making it all possible. Rest in peace."

then, there was a knock

responded, Taylor entered. He led in a man dressed in a suit and carrying

locked the door behind

please have a seat," Christopher said, a smile playing on his

Lance's most trusted confidants. Not only was he the legal advisor for the Iverson Group, but he was also the private attorney for the entire Iverson family.

Attorney Lyles greeted

clear that he

only awaiting the formal announcement at the upcoming board meeting, there was no need to

my father's will is in your

it out in my presence.

in his expression, he pulled out the will from his briefcase. It was a document that went through

Mr. Lyles took the will out, Christopher abruptly stood up and snatched the papers from his hands, eagerly flipping through them. Line by line, the black ink on white

still, frozen in place as the seconds ticked by. Even Mr. Lyles, who had weathered countless storms, felt

narrowed his eyes slightly. He smiled mockingly

are locked up in prison. Yet he

was not

even

After his death,