The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"$6 million?! Why don't you fucking rob a bank?!" James' nostrils flared as he gritted his teeth furiously.
"You are the Iverson family's eldest son and the former CEO of the Iverson Group. $6 million is merely pocket change for you.
You don't lack the money, do you?" Yvonne's red and charming lips curled mockingly.
The few people present were stunned.
This woman not only looked similar to Bella, but she also imitated that bad-tempered bitch's attitude.
The supervisor stared at Yvonne in shock, his heart almost jumping out of his chest.
However, he felt that it was weird. He worked with Yvonne for a long time, and she was never like this.
Incidents like this, where Pivotage's guests had too much to drink and caused trouble, happened frequently. Yvonne had always
resolved things peacefully as the manager, never confronting them directly. But when facing James, it was as if she saw her
mortal enemy. She was clearly trying to provoke him.
The word "former CEO" cut deep into James. He stormed up to Yvonne, the veins on his hands bulging as he strangled her
throat, viciously pushing her against the wall!
Everyone was stunned, but no one dared to intervene.
"Fucking bitch! Do you want to die?!"
Yvonne's face flushed red, and tears welled up in her eyes.
But just as James thought this lowly woman would submit to him, she slowly curled her lips and laughed.
The laugh was painful, but it was clearly mocking him.
"How dare you laugh at me?!"
Just as James, consumed by rage, wanted to hit her, a chill suddenly radiated from behind.
Then, someone grabbed him by the collar, making him let go of Yvonne's neck.
A heavy punch landed squarely on James' face. He immediately felt intense pain as blood gushed out of his nostrils.

"Ugh!"
James covered his bloody nose and stumbled back. That was when he saw who had hit him. That fair exquisite, but incredibly
sinister face was none other than Christopher's.
"Ahem..." Yvonne sat on the ground weakly, gasping for breath.
At this moment, only one thought flashed across her mind. Did Drew leave Pivotage safely?
"Bastard... It's you... Ugh!"
Before James could finish his words, Christopher strode forward and grabbed his collar, punching him again.
At this moment, several bodyguards walked in, silently making everyone else leave before closing the door.
The luxurious room became a slaughterhouse to teach James a lesson.
Christopher sat on James, punching him again and again with a numb expression.
James' eyes were so swollen he could not open them, and his front teeth were knocked out, leaving him in a sorry state.
"Mr. Christopher! It's enough... You might kill him if you continue."
Christopher finally retracted his fists when Taylor reminded him to be rational . He slowly stood up from the wreck underneath
him.
He pulled out a pristine white handkerchief from his coat and wiped the blood on his hands carefully, then threw the dirtied
handkerchief on James' disfigured face.