The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 813
A cold and hostile voice came from behind. Christopher halted his steps and narrowed his eyes, turning around while yawning.
“James, is there anything you need? It’s getting late. I’d like to rest.”
“Christopher, you’re quite good at acting. Your plan to achieve two goals at once is also impressive.” James stepped forward,
staring at
him sharply.
“Huh?” Christopher tilted his head as if he did not understand.
“You orchestrated Charles’ accident, didn’t you?” James stopped
beating around the bush and confronted him directly.
“Huh?” Christopher continued to feign ignorance.
“You sent someone to crash into his car, but you didn’t kill him.
Instead, you crippled him.”
James, being smart, had seen through Christopher’s vicious
intentions. “Then, you presented an idea to Dad, recommending Ms.
Bella, just so you could have his approval and show your capability to
share his burden. Christopher, you’re indeed a cunning monster!”

Christopher’s long fingers adjusted his glasses. He raised his chin
slightly and suddenly burst into laughter.
His laughter echoed through the empty hallway, making James feel a
chill crawling down his spine.
“James, how could you be the Iverson Group’s chairman? With your
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story-writing skills, you’d flourish as a writer. You wouldn’t have been suppressed by Justin and Asher in the business field for so
many years!” Christopher clutched his chest and laughed.
James gritted his teeth. “Christopher!”
“What does Charles’ accident have to do with me? If you insist, then there’s nothing I could do or say.”
After that, Christopher turned around and left.
James pulled out his phone with a gloomy gaze and pressed on the screen, ending the recording.
Back in his room, Christopher took off his coat and had a bath. Then
he sat on the sofa with a glass of red wine.

How delightful.
Sometimes, making someone wish that they were dead was more
exhilarating than actually killing them.
Someone knocked on the door. Taylor walked in and locked the door
behind him.
“Mr. Christopher, you’re looking for me?”
“Did you handle everything properly?” Christopher sipped on his wine.
“Yes. The truck driver will take all the blame. He will not utter a word
about the truth.”
“Good. Tomorrow, I’ll go to Hatchbay with Lance to convince Bella to
treat Charles.”
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“Huh? Why? How did Chairman Iverson know...?”

“It was my suggestion.”
Taylor was shocked. “Mr. Christopher, why do you want to save Charles? What if Ms. Bella really is that good of a surgeon and
heals
him?”
“How is that possible? She’s a surgeon, not a god.” Christopher mockingly laughed.
He had personally crippled Charles’ legs, and his bones were so shattered that it was impossible to piece them back together.
“proposed it, putting aside my past grievances to save Charles.
Lance will remember my kindness. Even if Bella can’t heal him, Lance
will be grateful to me.”
“Smart!” Taylor was enlightened.
“So what if he’s Lance’s beloved son?”
Christopher stood up and went to the window, swaying his glass. His
gaze was darker than the night. “Wyatt would never marry his
daughter to a cripple.”
“In the end, I will become Lance’s only hope.”