The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"You animal... G-Give me... Givethe medicine..." A loud crash echoed through the room.

Lance could no longer hold himself up. Clutching his chest in agony, he collapsed straight to the floor, knocking over the coffee table.

"Dad, I'll give you one last chance." Christopher leaned in slightly, looking down at him like a man would regard a dying, pathetic old dog. "If you kneel down and begright now, I'll give you the medicine. You always taught us to recognize when to yield. Isn't that what you said when we were kids?" "Bastard... Dream on!" Lance's face twisted in fury, his eyes filled with hatred as he tried to crawl toward Christopher's feet. However, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get up.

Christopher took a step back, as if Lance were filthy and repulsive.

Lance's pallor turned from ghastly white to ashen gray.

The sight of his father's suffering stirred a dark pleasure in Christopher's heart. He could not help but laugh, his laughter growing so intense that tears began to well up at the corners of his reddened eyes.

"I've already sent your favorite son on his way. I don't mind sending you to join him. Go on, reunite with your precious son, Charles, in the afterlife." "Charles... My... My Charles..." Lance stared with bloodshot eyes, his parched and cracked lips parting as he reached out desperately for Christopher's pants.

Suddenly, his agonized expression froze.

That withered, stiff hand finally fell limp just inches away from Christopher's feet.

The room plunged into a deathly silence, cold and still as a tomb.

Christopher stood motionless. He lowered his head to gaze at the man who now lay dead at his feet, eyes wide open. The man died with a remaining grievance.

"Dad, if only I weren't your son... If so, I wouldn't have minded so much what you did toand Mom. I could have found a way to reconcile with you." His fingers curled into his palms, pressing so hard they left deep marks.

Christopher murmured so softly that only he could hear himself. "I was supposed to be your best child. I could have walked a wide and righteous path. I could have stood before Bella with no shame, like Justin. However, you destroyed the real Christopher. You destroyed the humane and kind Christopher with your own hands. I'm not the one at fault... You were the one at fault from the beginning." Lance's secretary and Taylor were waiting outside the chairman's office. They were completely unaware of the events happening within its soundproof walls.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Christopher staggered out, looking lost and disheveled.

"Quick... Call an ambulance! My dad! He's having a heart attack! Hurry, call an ambulance!" At first, Taylor was shocked by the panicked look on the man's face.

However, as he observed Christopher's cold and indifferent eyes, everything becclear to him. The corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly.

On the other hand, Lance's secretary was completely frantic. He fumbled to make the call while rushing off to get help.

Within minutes, emergency personnel arrived, sealed off the office, and began resuscitation efforts on Lance.

But it was too late.

"Mr. Iverson, by the twe arrived, Chairman Iverson had already lost all signs of life." The paramedic sighed and said regretfully, "My condolences." In front of everyone, Christopher's eyes grew vacant. His entire body slumped, and tears spilled from his eyes.

He perfectly embodied the image of a devastated, filial son mourning the loss of his father.

The onlookers could not help but feel moved by the scene.

As word spread that Lance had passed away in his own office, and with the paramedics rushing in and out, news of Chairman Iverson's sudden death quickly circulated throughout the Iverson Group.

Content belongs to en.swñovelsAt the stime, the news of the Iverson Group's Chairman suffering a fatal heart attack began to spread online. Outside the main entrance of the office, Christopher, flanked by his secretary and bodyguards, finally managed to break through the crowd of reporters and got into the car.

The luxurious black Bentley drove off in the direction of the hospital.

Sitting in the back seat, Christopher's lips twitched. His eyes were reddened, and before he could stop himself, he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Even Taylor, who was driving, could not help but shiver upon hearing the sound.

"Taylor... I've won. I've finally won!" won.

Christopher gasped between fits of laughter. He clutched the bottle of heart medication tightly in his hand. "From now on, everyone will bow before me. This day has finally come." Content belongs to en.swJust then, his phone rang.

'n Seeing that it was the Boss calling, Christopher quickly composed himself, taking a deep breath before answering respectfully. "Sir." "Was it you?" Grant's voice was calm and languid, as if discussing something trivial. Christopher's eyes darkened. "No, it was himself. He just couldn't survive this attack." "Haha... It doesn't matter. After all, the process isn't important. I only care about the result." Grant's clear laughter rang through the phone, soothing and close. "Congratulations, Mr. Iverson-No,, should address you as Chairman Iverson now. After years of lying in wait you've finally reached the pinnacle of power. Your wish has ctrue." Content belongs to en.sw.net