The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Taylor was puzzled. "Since you are dealing with the problem in Terranova, why don't you just use it as an opportunity to get rid of
James and take control?"
Christopher shook his head slightly. "Lance is an extremely wary person. If I act too eager now, he'll think I have hidden
agendas. But if I take a step back and let James take charge, he will think that I am prudent, considerate, and focused on the
bigger picture."
Taylor asked, "But what if... James manages to resolve this matter?"
"Do you think I would let him off that easily?" Christopher crossed his legs elegantly as he swirled the wine in his glass. A sinister
smile played on his lips as he exuded a cunning aura.
"Since the Thompson family has already escalated this matter, I might as well add fuel to the fire to make it burn even hotter and
completely out of control. You should contact our forces in Terranova and have them find an opportunity to visit the hospital
where the injured are being treated. You know what to do, right?"
Taylor suddenly understood and nodded vigorously. "Yes, I understand."
Yvonne's hand trembled as she massaged Christopher's shoulders.
She knew that another murder was about to happen. The thought of innocent civilians dying in vain just because of the power
struggles of these capitalists made her feel suffocated, even causing a strong wave of nausea to surge from her chest.
"If I want to take over, the key is that James has to completely fail. Otherwise, Lance will never fully let go of him. Do you
understand?"
Taylor looked at him with admiration. "Mr. Iverson, you're just one step away."
"Yes, just one step away."
Suddenly, Christopher grabbed Yvonne's hand and pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. His slightly intoxicated gaze
stared deeply into her startled eyes. As the wine spilled, his cold fingertips traced along her cheek, sending shivers down her
spine as if she were being cut by a cold blade.
"Bella... Do you know how difficult it has been for me to get to where I am today?"
"Mr. Iverson, you seem to be drunk." Yvonne quickly turned her face away.

Christopher's warm and moist palm slipped beneath her skirt, while his other hand effortlessly unbuttoned her blouse and gently
unfastened her bra. "Everything I've done has been for you... I've put in all my efforts just to become a man worthy of you...
Bella, please look at me. I beg you to look at me..."
"Mr. Iverson, please look at me clearly... I'm not Bella!" Yvonne's eyes were red as she gathered the courage to struggle out of
the man's embrace. She hurriedly covered her chest, preventing her bra from slipping down, and stepped back.
Taylor, who was just about to leave, suddenly froze in disbelief. He was nervous for Yvonne.
Yvonne had been nurtured by Christopher to substitute Bella. Taylor could not believe that Yvonne had the courage to reject and
defy Christopher, who seemed to have complete control over everything. For a moment, Christopher's eyes showed a hint of
suspicion, but it soon dissipated.
He was in a good mood, so he just brushed off Yvonne's behavior as playing hard to get and being petty.
After all, Yvonne was just a counterfeit for his amusement, and he had no interest in deciphering her feelings.
"Taylor, send the medicine to Chairman Thompson. He should be about ready to use it," Christopher said as he leaned back
leisurely, casually fixing his tie. "It's about time we visit him and settle some debts."