Upon hearing that, Astrid immediately grasped the situation.


    Mrs. Lee, renowned in the elite circles of Savrow, was famous for her fortune-telling and face-reading


    services, even attracting wealthy individuals from other regions seeking her advice.


    However, Mrs. Lee was involved in some questionable activities behind the scenes. She was also


    willing to offer her services to high-ranking officials and dignitaries for the right price. "Alright, I


    understand where you''re getting at. Dad has always been superstitious, often consulting fortune-tellers


    every now and then. In that case, I''ll arrange for Dad to meet Mrs. Lee in the next few days. He''ll


    definitely be willing to see her."


    Astrid schemed, "When the timees, I''ll discreetly bribe Mrs. Lee and persuade her to speak


    favorably of you. I''ll tell her to mention that your astrologicalpatibility with Amelia is better than


    Christopher''s. It bodes well for the Iversons'' fortune. On the other hand, if Amelia ends up with


    Christopher, it will bring disaster to our family. Dad is deeply superstitious, so once he hears this, he''ll


    definitely stop considering Christopher and instead focus on arranging a marriage between you and the


    girl."


    "That would be great! Thank you so much, Astrid," Charles eximed excitedly, tightly holding his


    sister''s hand in gratitude.


    "Charles, we share the same mother and grew up together. Mom passed away early, and Dad married


    that woman whoter betrayed him, giving birth to a child who''s now fighting for our inheritance. We


    must stand united against outsiders. If I''m not on your side, whose side would I be on?" Astrid''s words


    came straight from her heart.


    Astrid was already married. Her husband was involved in politics. Over the past few years, she faced


    hardships due to conflicts with her inws, often using her own funds to support her husband''s


    endeavors covertly while maintaining the facade of a high-societydy.


    If Christopher''s influence continued to grow, she would lose even thest shred of dignity in the Iverson


    family.


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    When the family assets were divided, her eldest and second brothers would surely take care of her. As


    for Christopher, it would be a miracle if he did not cause her any trouble! That was why she was


    determined to support her second brother, no matter what.


    "However, times have changed, and parents can''t control everything."


    Charles pulled out a cigar and twirled it between his fingers, his gaze revealing concern. "I''ve heard


    that Amelia and Be''s secretary, Steven, are getting quite close. Be even supports their rtionship.


    You know what Be is like. She''s not only highly favored by Chairman Thompson but also backed by


    Justin. She even dared to challenge the Hoffmans publicly. If she opposes my marriage to Amelia,


    things could getplicated."


    Astrid''s eyes gleamed, and she suddenly shed a sly smile. "Charles, we can resolve this matter quite


    simply. We just need to use the most direct and forceful approach."


    "What approach?"


    "Make something out of nothing!"


    This suggestion caught Charles off guard.


    Despite his previous escapades, getting involved with someone from the Thompson family was an


    entirely different ball game, and he was hesitant to dive into it.


    "Even if I seek help from Mrs. Lee, it''s not a sure thing. Even if Dad agrees, Chairman Thompson might


    not. Since it''s uncertain, why don''t you just take her and force Chairman Thompson to let you marry his


    daughter? In that case, even if Be is influential in the family, she won''t be able to stop it. Even if you


    can''t win her heart, you should first win her over physically!"


    Charles felt as though he was enlightened, nodding in agreement. "You''re right."


    With the n set, the siblings raised their sses and toasted, champagne flowing freely.


    Little did they know, a discreet bug was quietly blinking with a red light under the table.


    On the other end of the bug, at Pivotage, Christopher loungedfortably on a luxurious vintage sofa,


    casually swirling the red wine in his ss with his slender, fair fingers. His androgynous, refined


    features exuded a mysterious air, making him look like an aristocratic vampire.


    He listened to the Iverson siblings'' scheme, finding it increasingly amusing as the conversation


    progressed.


    "Look at Charles and Astrid. Aren''t they quite theedians? They''re just a couple of jesters, nothing


    more."


    "Your tolerance is truly admirable. With all these schemes plotted against you, aren''t you angry at all?"


    Taylor, his secretary, asked. His expression was a mix of indignation and astonishment.