NovelStart“You... You... Hit me...” James could see stars. He mumbled with his mouth full of blood.
“You caused trouble on my turf and roughed up my staff. James, have | been too lenient with you?” Christopher looked down at
him, his lips curling coldly.
“You... Your... Turf...?” James widened his eyes in shock.
“Pivotage is owned by Mr. Christopher. Everything inside here belongs to him,” Taylor said proudly.
James’ body turned stiff. He was so shocked that he was at a loss for words.
The mysterious owner behind the top club in the country, a popular place where countless people dreamed of becoming members
to showcase their status, was Christopher?!
Christopher was merely an abandoned son who just managed to stand his ground in the Iverson Group. How could he have
accumulated such an empire? What kind of joke was this?
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“Since you chere to spend money, | won't do anything if you behave yourself. But | guess I've overestimated that you'll be
able to act human.”
Christopher turned around and walked to Yvonne, staring at her indifferently. He held out a clean hand toward her.
It was like when they first met. However, everything has changed.
Back then, Christopher's hand represented salvation. He pulled Yvonne out of Hell and into the human world, giving her hope.
But now, it was the spair of hands that repeatedly pushed her into the abyss, sending her to those demons again and again.
Yvonne had seen through it, and her heart had gone cold.
She no longer wanted his pity and charity.
“No need to trouble you, Mr. Christopher... | can get up on my own.” Yvonne steadied her breath, gritted her teeth, and struggled
to stand up while shaking.
Christopher's eyes were indifferent as he glanced at Taylor calmly.
Taylor quickly draped Christopher’s coat over Yvonne's shoulders. “Ms. Yvonne, Mr. Christopher immediately cto help you
after hearing that you're in trouble. Look, he cares for you so much!”
Yvonne lowered her eyes and said nothing.
“Christopher... So you've been playing the fool, huh? You were always pretending!” James pointed at Christopher's face with a
shaking finger, as if he only saw through his true colors at this moment.
“Did | pretend? Aren't you just blind?”
Christopher snorted coldly. “You've never looked atas an equal. You still thought | was the sweak child fifteen years ago
whom you could bully and butcher at will. James, you're not only blind. You're also stupid and arrogant. But | should thank you for
underestimating me. If you weren't so full of yourself, how could | have won so easily? How could you lose so miserably?”
“Won...? Don’t boast so soon!”
James felt his vision swimming, unable to get up. “I've... Taken Asher down... Dad trustsagain and is ready to promote me...
How long do you think... You can stay in your position?! In my opinion... Running this brothel suits you better!”
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“Did you really think you took down Asher?” Christopher glanced at him disdainfully.
James’ heart tightened. “What do you mean?”
“Whatever. Since you're already dreaming, I'll let you finish it.”
Christopher held Yvonne's slightly trembling shoulder and walked toward the door. “You don’t need to pay for the things you
smashed. Save the money and fix your face instead.”
Just as the two left, James, unwilling to admit defeat, suddenly laughed hysterically.
“Hahaha! Christopher! You're such a twisted freak! You can’t get Bella... So you kept a woman who looks like her around you!
You're so pathetic... How pitiful!
“You can’t have the real one, so you got a fake substitute! But for a bastard like you who needs to resort to dirty tricks to get Dad's
attention... A fake is all you deserve! You will never beat Justin... And you'll never have Bella... Ever! Hahaha!”
A murderous intent flashed across Christopher's dark eyes as he walked out.
Yvonne could clearly feel the slight pain in her shoulder where the man was holding her.
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