The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Upon hearing that, Astrid immediately grasped the situation.

Mrs. Lee, renowned in the elite circles of Savrow, was famous for her fortune-telling and face-reading services, even attracting wealthy individuals from other regions seeking her advice.

However, Mrs. Lee was involved in some questionable activities behind the scenes. She was also willing to offer her services to high-ranking officials and dignitaries for the right price. "Alright, I understand where you're getting at. Dad has always been superstitious, often consulting fortune-tellers every now and then. In that case, I'll arrange for Dad to meet Mrs. Lee in the next few days. He'll definitely be willing to see her."

Astrid schemed, "When the time comes, I'll discreetly bribe Mrs. Lee and persuade her to speak favorably of you. I'll tell her to mention that your astrological compatibility with Amelia is better than Christopher's. It bodes well for the Iversons' fortune. On the other hand, if Amelia ends up with Christopher, it will bring disaster to our family. Dad is deeply superstitious, so once he hears this, he'll definitely stop considering Christopher and instead focus on arranging a marriage between you and the girl." 

"That would be great! Thank you so much, Astrid," Charles exclaimed excitedly, tightly holding his sister's hand in gratitude. "Charles, we share the same mother and grew up together. Mom passed away early, and Dad married that woman who later betrayed him, giving birth to a child who's now fighting for our inheritance. We must stand united against outsiders. If I'm not on your side, whose side would I be on?" Astrid's words came straight from her heart.

Astrid was already married. Her husband was involved in politics. Over the past few years, she faced hardships due to conflicts with her in-laws, often using her own funds to support her husband's endeavors covertly while maintaining the facade of a high- society lady.

If Christopher's influence continued to grow, she would lose even the last shred of dignity in the Iverson family.

When the family assets were divided, her eldest and second brothers would surely take care of her. As for Christopher, it would be a miracle if he did not cause her any trouble! That was why she was determined to support her second brother, no matter what.

"However, times have changed, and parents can't control everything."

Charles pulled out a cigar and twirled it between his fingers, his gaze revealing concern. "I've heard that Amelia and Bella's secretary, Steven, are getting quite close. Bella even supports their relationship. You know what Bella is like. She's not only highly favored by Chairman Thompson but also backed by Justin. She even dared to challenge the Hoffmans publicly. If she opposes my marriage to Amelia, things could get complicated."

Astrid's eyes gleamed, and she suddenly flashed a sly smile. "Charles, we can resolve this matter quite simply. We just need to use the most direct and forceful approach."

"What approach?"

"Make something out of nothing!"

This suggestion caught Charles off guard.

Despite his previous escapades, getting involved with someone from the Thompson family was an entirely different ball game, and he was hesitant to dive into it.

"Even if I seek help from Mrs. Lee, it's not a sure thing. Even if Dad agrees, Chairman Thompson might not. Since it's uncertain, why don't you just take her and force Chairman Thompson to let you marry his daughter? In that case, even if Bella is influential in the family, she won't be able to stop it. Even if you can't win her heart, you should first win her over physically!"

Charles felt as though he was enlightened, nodding in agreement. "You're right."

With the plan set, the siblings raised their glasses and toasted, champagne flowing freely.

Little did they know, a discreet bug was quietly blinking with a red light under the table.

On the other end of the bug, at Pivotage, Christopher lounged comfortably on a luxurious vintage sofa, casualy swirling the red wine in his glass with his slender, fair fingers.

His androgynous, refined features exuded a mysterious air, making him look like an aristocratic vampire.

He listened to the Iverson siblings' scheme, finding it increasingly amusing as the conversation progressed.

"Look at Charles and Astrid. Aren't they quite the comedians? They're just a couple of jesters, nothing more." 

"Your tolerance is truly admirable. With all these schemes plotted against you, aren't you angry at all?"

Taylor, his secretary, asked. His expression was a mix of indignation and astonishment. The content is on