The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"I know feelings can't be forced. I love Bella, but I never forced her to be with me. As her most devoted suitor, I can't stand Bella
dating a monster like Justin.”
With a grimacing look, Christopher put a box on the table. "Inside is the drug that saved you. The three syringes should be
enough to stabilize your condition. The drug can't be obtained easily, even with money. It's hard enough to get one syringe, much
less three. The only thing you need to do is promise me that Bella will not marry Justin. I can guarantee that you will get a supply
of this drug for many years to come, and you will live long."
Christopher's eyes flickered with ruthlessness. "I will give my blessing to whoever Bella marries, just not Justin."
Wyatt's hand shook violently as his world turned upside down. "Are you threatening me, Christopher? Are you asking me to
sacrifice my daughter's happiness to save my own life? You are so full of yourself. So what if I have blood clots clogging blood
flow? Even if I have cancer, I will never destroy Bella's happiness just to live a few more years. Why would I live for her to hate
me? Show him the door, Quentin!" Quentin approached with a scowl. "This way, please, Mr. Iverson."
Christopher grabbed the box on the table with a scoff and narrowed his eyes at Wyatt's discolored face. "I'm only doing this for
Bella's own good, Chairman Thompson. Your indulgence will only harm your beloved daughter."
"Please leave, Mr. Iverson." Even Quentin was livid.
"You shouldn't be quick to decline. You should think more about yourself and keep your options open. One day, you'll regret
turning my offer down."
Christopher turned around, his smile not reaching his eyes. "I might not give you the drug even if you beg then."
He then took off.
Once the door closed, Wyatt could not stop the emotions from riding rough through him.
"Q-Quentin, the meds!"
Not long after Christopher left the office, he ran into Bella and Justin.
A slow unease settled over the corridor.
"What are you doing here, Christopher?" With her internal alarm bells ringing off the charts, Bella confronted him with rage.

"I heard of Wyatt's hospital discharge, so I brought him a gift and visited him."
Christopher tucked away his malice and looked sincere. "Besides, I'm the CEO of the Iverson Group now. f.call the shots in the
company. I came here to talk about future business opportunities."
Justin lowered his gaze to the medicinal box in his hand.
He had a bad feeling.
"Visit? I think you're up to no good."
Bella's eyes burned with rage. "If you don't want to die, get away from me. KS Group will never partner with the Iverson Group!
You better hold onto your family's empire before strip everything off you."
Bella then shoved him out of the way and took Justin's hand to move along. Christopher's back hit the cold wall as the emotional
turmoil overwhelmed him.
"Dad!"
"Wyatt!"
The couple walked into the office to find Wyatt lying on the sofa in pain. Quentin kneeled on one knee by his side kneading his
body to ease his agony.