The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

James finally realized that Christopher intended to settle old scores today. Everyone's astonished gazes turned to his stiff face,
including Lance's.
"What nonsense are you spouting, Christopher?" James was accustomed to dealing with deceitful people, and he was not about
to be intimidated by Christopher's insinuations. He gritted his teeth and sneered. "Your mother was promiscuous and unfaithful.
What does that have to do with me?"
"I'll ask you one more time. Do you dare to swear that my mother's situation had nothing to do with you?"
"Pfft, why should I swear to you? Do you think you're worthy?" James refused to fall into the trap.
Christopher's pale lips curled slightly, his eyes holding a deadly, black storm. "James, haven't you always wanted to take back
the CEO position from me? Let's make a bet. If you dare to swear that my mother's situation had nothing to do with you, I'll give
up the CEO position to you."
The crowd was shocked. Bella and Justin were equally stunned, watching Christopher with wide eyes. For Christopher, the CEO
position of the Iverson Corporation was his most prized possession. It was everything he had meticulously schemed for. His
willingness to stake it showed just how prepared he was for this confrontation.
"There's nothing to give up. That position was mine to begin with!" James was enraged by Christopher's arrogance, grinding his
teeth in hatred. "You took it from me through underhanded means, so don't act all righteous!"
"Fine, I'll return it to you. Not only that, I'll leave Iverson Group and return to Sentania." Christopher's eyes gleamed red. "Do you
dare to agree?"
This was a desperate gamble!
Bella's red lips pressed into a thin line, and her gaze on Christopher filled with complex emotions. In this matter concerning his
mother, Christopher had shown a final shred of conscience. In order to seek justice for his mother, Christopher was willing to
relinquish everything he had painstakingly earned. This proved that the injustices his mother suffered were his deepest wounds.
It was James's schemes, Lance's suspicion, and their ruthless abandonment that twisted a once-normal boy into someone dark
and ruthless. In a sense, it was James who planted the seeds of disaster. If Mrs. Iverson had not been framed and had been
allowed to stay and raise her son, perhaps Christopher would not have become the terrifying person he is today. But time could
not be reversed. The atmosphere in the room was tense and silent, with everyone holding their breath as they watched the

confrontation. Trembling in her son's arms, Mrs. Iverson was unaware of the storm brewing. James's teeth ground together
audibly, but his mind was racing. This wild card's bet was truly high, akin to going all-in.
The matter was so old, and the evidence was long lost. He smirked darkly. "Christopher, everyone's watching. Don't you dare
renege on this."
"But if my mother's situation involves you, James, I want you to kneel before her and apologize publicly. You'll also hold a press
conference to expose all the traps and schemes you set against her to restore her reputation." Christopher's voice was filled with
menace. "Surely, the eldest young master of the Iverson family wouldn't be so cowardly, right?"
"I'll agree to your terms, but you won't get what you want. Because I didn't do it." James smiled maliciously.
Lance's face turned red and white with fury. Compared to finding out the truth about his wife's betrayal, he was more concerned
that Christopher had brought this scandal to light, airing the family's dirty laundry in public!
James was not even trying to cover it up. Instead, he was escalating it. Was his brain malfunctioning?
Christopher's dark eyes held a trace of malicious amusement as he rasped. "Bring him in!"
The next moment, the banquet hall doors creaked open. Taylor led the way, followed by two men in black, dragging a scruffy,
downtrodden middle-aged man before everyone. The man shivered uncontrollably, frequently sniffling as if he were cold.
"He's a drug addict." Ryan observed, recognizing the signs immediately.
"Aah... Aah... Aah!" At that moment, Mrs. Iverson's eyes widened in terror, and she screamed hysterically!
All the guests were startled.
Christopher immediately embraced his mother, shielding her face with his body while soothing her trembling back. He glanced at
James with a meaningful look.
"James, do you remember him?"
James' brows knitted together as he stared at the man kneeling on the floor in shock.
"Introduce yourself," Christopher commanded, his voice icy.

The man shuddered violently, sniffed again, and stammered. “I... I'm Colin Sutton. I used to be Chairman Iverson's personal
bodyguard."
Upon hearing this name, James' eyes widened in shock, his mind blanking out. This was the bodyguard he had bribed years ago
to play the 'lover' of the scandal.
James did not recognize him at first because the man had deteriorated so much in the past few years and was now a shell of his
former self.
"My personal bodyguard? I've never seen you before," Lance said, perplexed.
"I worked for you... Fifteen years ago," Colin replied, trembling. He looked at Christopher with fear. When his eyes landed on
James' ashen face, anger and regret filled his gaze. James quickly averted his eyes, avoiding the man's accusatory stare.
"James, you really forget people easily, even those who helped you in your schemes." Christopher sneered coldly. "He helped
you once, and you repay him with such ingratitude. How heartless."