The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Christopher's gaze was cold and filled with murderous intent, and his pale lips pursed tightly into a straight line.
Seeing that the intimidating Justin was walking toward them, Taylor, ever the dutiful underling, immediately stepped up while
glaring at him.
"Mr. Salvador, this is the Thompson family's territory. Do you intend to make a fuss here? Aren't you afraid of embarrassing
Chairman Thompson and Ms. Thompson?"
Justin's eyes glinted with a cold light, his thin lips curling up indifferently. "Get lost."
"Mr. Christopher, please get into the car. I'll handle this!"
However, before Taylor could put on a tough act, he suddenly felt numbness in his arm, followed by excruciating pain spreading
throughout his body. He felt the world spin before his eyes!
"Ah!"
Justin's expression was chilling. He did not move, merely grabbing Taylor's arm and flipping him over.
Taylor was thrown into the air with a backflip, then he landed heavily on his back. He screamed out in pain, unable to get up even
if he wanted to.
Justin did not even lower his gaze. He lifted his long legs and stepped over the crumpled figure on the ground.
Every nerve in Christopher's body tensed up, his exquisite features shrouded in a dark shadow.
Just as Justin was closing in on him, four bodyguards from the Iverson Group hurriedly arrived to shield him.
Oh, he almost forgot.
This venomous viper was no longer the abandoned chess piece looming around the Iverson family. He was their CEO now, and
his entourage had to reflect that status. Christopher gritted his teeth. "Get him!"
The four bodyguards immediately lunged at Justin, waving their fists!

However, Justin remained expressionless, moving as swiftly as lightning, his fists fast and strong. The four burly bodyguards
seemed as if they were made of paper-fragile and unable to withstand a blow. After all, Justin had graduated from the military
academy at the top of his class.
Finally, it was Christopher's turn to face him.
The two men swung their fists at the same time, slicing through the air with a whooshing sound, fierce and ruthless.
Christopher's eyes widened. He had done everything he could to fight.Justin, but it was just hard for him to keep up. .
"Ugh!"
A gap appeared in his defense, and Christopher's vision suddenly went black.
A heavy fist, as hard as iron, fiercely landed on his face, striking him to the ground.
"Mr. Christopher!" Taylor was scared out of his wits, crawling to his boss desperately. Christopher gasped in pain, tasting the
metallic blood in his mouth.
His ever-pristine suit was stained with dirt, his hair was messy, and his fair face was marred with a horrifying red gash.
"Mr. Christopher... Your, your face...!" Looking at the injury on his face, Taylor was dumbfounded.
Christopher panted as he lifted his trembling hand to touch his face.
What appeared in his sight was his bloody palm.
How could this be the type of injury caused just by fists?!

At this moment, Justin stood over him, looking down at him as if he were looking at a filthy dog.
Justin's eyes were filled with a sharp coldness, and he cracked his neck, raising his right arm with a sneer.
At some point, Justin had wrapped his metal watch band around his knuckles, which was why it caused so much damage.
The watch was still smeared with Christopher's blood.
Justin only felt that it was disgusting, casually flinging away the branded watch that was worth millions, as if he were afraid of
catching a vile disease.