The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 1782

The secretary was shocked. "In... In his original words?"

Lance said impatiently, "Of course!"

"Mr. James said, 'Marrying that bitch is the stupidest decision you've made in your life.""

"Fucking bullshit!"

Lance punched the bed angrily, his eyes filled with rage. "I trusted him unconditionally, regarded him highly, and pushed him to become the Iverson Group's CEO. Failing to see his true colors is the stupidest decision I've made!"

In any case, it was all his fault.

Thinking back to what happened at the dinner banquet and how this ungrateful bastard schemed against his wife and kept it a secret for so many years, causing his reputation to plummet and shaking the Iverson Group, Lance wished he could storm into prison to shoot James a hundred times.

"Mr. James also said that Mr. Christopher suddenly returned to Savrow from Sentania, not because he wanted to help you with your troubles. He had been lying low, gathering his strength to avenge his mother and take the Iverson Group for himself."

The secretary dared not change anything about James' last words since it was an important matter. He could only relay the message word-for-word. "Mr. Charles and Ms. Astrid ended up like this, seemingly due to the Thompson family, but in actuality, Mr. Christopher was behind it all. Mr. James also said that now that the three of them are down, Mr. Christopher's next target will be you."

Lance's body shook. The blood drained from his ashen face.

At this moment, he recalled carefully. The turmoil in the Iverson Group seemed to have started after Christopher returned.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Back then, although Sophie was framed by his three children and he was deceived, Lance listened to their slanders without investigating and threw the mother and son to fend for themselves in Sentania for fifteen years.

Lance was the one who dealt the fatal blow to Christopher and Sophie.

Thinking of this, a chill went down Lance's spine. The tiny glimmer of guilt in his heart was quickly replaced by fear and anger.

Suddenly, the ward's door swung open.

Christopher's handsome face was shrouded in a layer of heavy and cold shadow, his faintly smiling eyes mixed with a chilling evil light.

Lance's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously wanted to hide the share transfer agreement in his hands.

However, it was too late. Christopher had seen it when he came in, his gaze turning more vicious.

"Why are you here?" Lance pretended to be calm and quickly handed the agreement to his secretary.

"Dad, I'm the only son you have left." Christopher chuckled. "You're sick and hospitalized. If I don't visit you, who will?"

He walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs, acting as if he had the upper hand.

This brat did not take Lance, the head of the family, seriously at all. He was arrogant and ambitious.

"I'm fine. It's nothing. You can go."

"Besides visiting you, I wanted to inform you of another matter."

Christopher said casually, "Tomorrow, I will bring my mother to live at the Iverson Residence."

"No. I won't allow it!"

Lance refused angrily, "Your mother and I are no longer married. It's inappropriate for us to live under the same roof! Besides, your mother is gravely ill, mentally unstable, and should be living in a hospital. What would you do if she had an episode?!"

"Don't you realize your mistake by now?"

"I should be asking you this!" Lance turned his embarrassment into anger, his muddy brain clearing up at this moment. "What did you mean by exposing everything at the dinner that day? You've been planning it. for a long time, haven't you?

"You wanted to let the Iverson Group fall into a crisis and then appear as the company's savior at the right time, suppressing James and Charles, obtaining my trust, and pushing me to make you CEO! You haven't changed one bit. You were cunning as a child, and now, you're still full of schemes. I almost fell for it!" Christopher snorted indifferently. "Dad, are you sick or senile? What good would it do me to throw the Iverson Group into chaos? Perhaps James asked someone to pass on these thoughts to you. It doesn't feel like something you'd come up with yourself."

Lance was so mad that his chest hurt. "You...!"

"At this point, I'd suggest you go along with my wishes. Otherwise, you can find someone else to solve the company's problems."

His words were an outright threat.

Christopher's lips curled into a cold and sharp smile, increasingly aggressive. "As long as you let my mother return home and transfer James' shares to me, I could resolve the Iverson Group's crisis and even inject a substantial amount of funds into the company. It's all up to you."