The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2028



Christopher gracefully sat down again. His tone carried a blend of arrogance and veiled threat.

Mr. Lyles stood there trembling, hesitant and unsure. Sensing his indecision, Taylor stepped forward and handed him a lighter.

"Mr. Lyles, you're a smart man. You should understand that when a new king ascends to the throne, there will be new ministers. However, Mr. Iverson is a generous and kind-hearted person. He values your work and hopes you will continue to serve as the Iverson Group's legal advisor. Once Mr. Iverson officially takes charge, we will also take care of your family in recognition of your loyalty. Surely, this mutually beneficial outcome is something you'd want to see, right?"

Caught in a web of conflicting emotions, Mr. Lyles was terrified. However, it was clear that Christopher's patience was wearing thin.

A few minutes later, Mr. Lyles lit the lighter and set the will ablaze with trembling hands.

...

With the final obstacle removed, Christopher announced an emergency board meeting and scheduled it for the very next day.

He could not even wait until Lance's funeral arrangements were complete.

As he exited the lounge, Taylor and Mr. Lyles followed closely behind him.

paused. His previously dark eyes now gleamed with

end of the corridor, the Thompsons approached, dressed

walked with a grave expression. Asher, Axel, Arnold,

Christopher murmured, staring at the woman he loved

However, her eyes remained cold and indifferent, exuding an

if a venomous snake stung her, causing goosebumps to rise on her snowy

Bella again." Axel gritted his teeth, his voice low with barely suppressed anger. “I really want to gouge out

want to eat something that'll rot your insides?" Arnold squinted his fox-like

of grace and suffering, sent a shiver down Arnold's spine. He could not help but

Asher asked in a deep

"No..."

taken off his suit jacket and draped it over Arnold's shoulders. Then he gently grasped Arnold's hand, holding it tightly without a care

he clutched his jacket close, his long, pale fingers

treated him well since they had become a couple, his care had been so meticulous recently that it occasionally left

quickly stepped forward to stand before Wyatt, his eyes bloodshot with

Mr. Iverson," Wyatt said, his expression a mix of unease

long-standing friendship soured in recent years, Lance was gone now. Holding onto past

the only one left in the Iverson family, everyone else is avoiding me at this