The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Christopher's gaze darkened. "Shannon is a discarded chess piece now. Justin dominates Salvador Corporation, with nobody
left to stand against him. I'm afraid Chairman Salvador might cede power to him again out of guilt for him and his mother,
coupled with the pressure from Old Master Nigel. If that happens, wouldn't he be unstoppable in the Salvador Corporation, like a
tiger with wings?"
"Make your move." The man's voice was light as he moved a chess piece.
Christopher pursed his lips, about to move, when the man smiled and spoke again. "Mr. Iverson, are you in a hurry for me to
return because you care about me, or do you want an extra helper you could use? Do you want to use me to tie up Justin so you
can get Ms. Thompson?"
"No, Sir. Everything I do is for you. I have no such intentions!" Christopher broke out into a cold sweat, immediately expressing
his loyalty.
"It's not a problem to help you. But how many times have I helped you? Yet you still haven't made any progress with Ms.
Thompson. Instead, you seem to be pushing her further away. It's better to rely on yourself than ask others for help. Relying on
others is futile." The man advised Christopher like an elder.
"Mr. Iverson, didn't you ask for that type of drug from Sir? Haven't you used it yet?" Clarice blinked, acting concerned for
Christopher. "If you think the drug isn't effective, our research lab's newest product has a stronger effect. If you use it on Ms.
Thompson, I believe she will be obedient to you. You can take a shortcut with matters of love."
Christopher's brows furrowed, and he gripped his teacup tightly.
"Enough, Clarice. Stop making fun of Mr. Iverson."
The man returned to a serious tone. "The DAD0044 drug has officially entered the experimental stage, but we have a small
problem now."
Christopher straightened his back. "Please tell me."
"My research institute has invested an immeasurable amount of money and manpower into the development of this drug, vowing
to take the lead in creating a cure for Parkinson's disease. If DAD0044 succeeds in experimenting, it could be said to make a
historic contribution to the field of medical science, and the resulting profits would be an astronomical number."

A slight breeze ruffled the curtains, and the man's smile sounded pleasant. "At that time, the four great families will be beneath
my feet, and even buying the Salvador Corporation would be a piece of cake."
Christopher's eyes lit up, leaning forward. "Sir, Parkinson's disease has some similarities to Alzheimer's. DAD0044... Could it
possibly cure Alzheimer's as well?!"
The man nodded, seeing through Christopher's thoughts. "As long as we succeed in developing DAD0044, curing your mother's
disease will be just a matter of time."
Thinking of the long years of suffering from the illness his mother went through and finally having a hope this time, Christopher
became so excited that his voice trembled. "Sir, whatever you need, I'm at your command. I'll do whatever it takes!"
The man drank tea leisurely while Clarice spoke on behalf of him. "Our newest intel states that the Larson family is also
developing a similar drug, and their progress is faster than ours We tried to send spies to steal their experimental data several
times but failed. Dragging this will ruin Sir's plans, and the Larson family even obtained the government's support for their
research. If they succeed in releasing their drug on the market ahead of us, all of Sir's efforts would be for nothing, and our
losses would be significant."
Christopher's brows furrowed. "Sir, do you want me to hinder the Larson family's research development? Forgive me for being
frank, but if you couldn't do it, how could I..." "I want you to push our experiment's progress."
The man's voice suddenly turned sharp, losing the hint of amusement. "No matter what, I must release DAD0044 before the
Larson family."
Clarice picked up a box on the table and walked to Christopher again, placing it before him.
"For a new drug to be marketed, it needs to undergo countless experiments and clinical trials. It would take a year at the very
least, and if we fail, it might take three or even five years." Clarice looked at him coldly. "Sir wants you to take this batch of drugs
and carry out experiments on live humans."
"Human... Experiment?" Christopher was stunned, his throat feeling as if strangled by a large hand.