The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 1948

“Even if you don’t understand human relationships, you should have enough common sense at your age. Can’t you see that my daughter and Mr. Salvador are Ryan’s closest friends?”

The boomerang of karma from his words came so suddenly that Christopher was left speechless, his face pale and burning with shame and anger!

Wyatt had just recovered from a serious illness and rushed back from abroad to support the Hoffman family. Who would dare to look down on Ryan after this?

“Chris, let’s go!” Lance, knowing that engaging in a verbal battle with his old friend would be futile, stormed out with a dark expression.

Christopher adjusted his glasses with his fingertips and followed his father out.

At that moment, without turning his head, Wyatt raised his voice.

“In the presence of the deceased, even a hypocritical gesture should be fully performed to maintain the dignity of a prominent family. If you cannot refrain from creating drama and spreading malicious gossip even at someone else's funeral, who would dare to befriend or do business with the Iverson family in the future?”

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

“Hmph!” Lance gritted his teeth in anger but could only leave in a huff.

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The Iverson father and son left in disgrace.

Once in the car, Lance immediately vented his frustration at Christopher. “You are so impatient! Liam is dead, so why bring up irrelevant matters? Now look at what happened! You made a fool of yourself and brought shame upon us!”

“Ha, Dad, have you forgotten?”

“Do you think I care about a mere Hoffman family? Even without winning Bella, it does not hinder me from making the Iverson family the foremost among the four great families.”

Christopher’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, a mix of ruthless determination and insatiable greed.

“However, I do not make compromises. I want power, fame, wealth, and beauty. I want it all.”

Lance shook his head in disbelief. “Ha, can't you see? That Thompson girl loathes you from head to toe, inside and out. She practically has ‘I hate you’ written all over her face, yet you still harbor such delusions!”

“There are many ways to obtain what I want.” Christopher closed his eyes, the smile on his face tinged with a hint of madness.

He thought to himself, ‘Bella, at this point, I have long given up on winning your heart. If there comes a day when I can have only your body, will I still consider it a loss?’