The next day, in a luxurious nightclub''s private lounge, smoke swirled as indulgence and debauchery


    filled the room.


    Hunter enjoyed the beautiful women and fine liquor, feeling smug and carefree at this moment.


    The man sitting opposite him was none other than James Iverson, the president and heir to the Iverson


    Group.


    Since James had invited Hunter to the gathering tonight, it meant Hunter had obtained James'' approval


    and officially established a connection to the Iversons.


    Hunter could navigate smoothly between the Salvadors and the Iversons in the future. Did he still need


    to be wary of the Thompson family?


    "Mr. Iverson, it''s just a small favor to me. You''re too polite." Hunter had a beautifuldy in his arms,


    appearing puffed up.


    "A few sses of wine is nothing much."


    James swayed his wine ss, raising his brows with an ambiguous smile on his lips. "It can''tpare


    to your guts, Mr. Lovett. To think you''d set up your own brother for intentional harm. One, it gives my


    brother an outlet to vent his frustrations. After all, someone would need to take the fall for Charles''


    sufferings. Secondly, it could hinder the rtionship between Steven and Amelia. Your mother


    obsesses over her sons. Now, she''d probably rather die than let her son marry the daughter of a


    Thompson family mistress, right? You really killed two birds with one stone."


    Since he could not touch Justin and Be for now, he would start with the people around them.


    Steven wanted the woman Charles could not get? Dream on!


    "Haha... It''s all thanks to your generosity, Mr. Iverson."


    Under the influence of money and alcohol, Hunter shed his civilized facade, his eyes gleaming with


    greed. "Given that the target is my brother, the price you offered is pretty generous indeed. Of course, I


    must cooperate with your n with everything I have."


    "Steven is your brother, whom you''ve grown up with. Aren''t you distressed for him?" James smiled and


    asked.


    "Ha, he''s not my brother."


    Hunter gritted his teeth in resentment, his gaze vicious. "He''s merely Be''s dog!"


    James tutted, sipping his wine gracefully.


    "Mr. James, you know my capabilities in the field ofw. You can leave Mr. Charles'' case to me, and I


    will definitely turn the tables for you. Besides, if yourpany has any legal problems in the future or


    needs legal consultation, you cane to me. I will be at your service anytime."


    James raised his eyeszily, looking at Hunter''s ttering smile, and said casually, "No wonder you''re


    so well-known, Mr. Lovett. You''re versatile and adept. Based on what I know, you have close ties to


    Chairman Salvador and have helped the Salvador Corporation clean its ass more than once."


    He continued, "But it seems you''ve handled Mrs. Salvador''s drug case poorly this time. Mrs. Salvador


    still has not been released from custody, and her case will be on trial soon. As it has a terrible impact


    on society, this case will be publicly tried. Not even the Salvador Corporation could stop it."


    His smile gradually became disdainful and contemptuous. "Your record for being undefeated has been


    shattered by Be and Justin. This matter has spread in the industry, affecting your reputation. How do


    I trust your professional ability again?"


    Hunter''s smile stiffened on his face, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment while anger rose in his


    chest.


    "Although Mrs. Salvador''s case will be publicly tried, the courtroom is my stage. Even if I can''t get Mrs.


    Salvador acquitted, I can still minimize her punishment."


    Hunter gritted his teeth, downing a ss of wine. "Just wait and see."


    "Then I''ll wait for your good news, Mr. Lovett."


    James nced at him mockingly. "If you could settle the Salvador family''s problems and prove your


    worth, we will have countless chances to work together."


    Drunk, Hunter stumbled toward the parking lot angrily.


    His mood turned from tion at the beginning to feeling like a heavy rock had been ced on his


    shoulders, almost suffocating him.


    At this moment, he finally realized that James had used him. He turned his back and even painted a


    rosy picture for him. The Iverson family was truly a den of snakes.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org