Shortly after boarding the ne, Mrs. Iverson began to feel weak, so Christopher helped her to the bed.


    As soon as he emerged from the inner room, he saw Be. She was exuding a chilling aura, her eyes burning with anger, and her captivating face flushed with fury.


    "M-Mr. Iverson..." Taylor, Christopher''s secretary, stood nervously behind Be, wearing a deeply troubled expression.


    She was the woman Christopher held dear, so even if she wanted to blow up the ne, Taylor dared not intervene.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    In an instant, the dark look in Christopher''s eyes dissipated, and his lips curled into a gentle smile.


    He was about to approach Be when she strode swiftly to stand before him.


    Be seized thepels of his suit with both hands, channeling her resentment into strength, and forcefully pressed him against the cabin door with a loud thud.


    Clink-


    The exquisite and expensive crystal ss on the table fell and tumbled to the ground, creating a mess beneath their feet.


    "Mr. Iverson, Ms. Thompson, let''s talk things out properly!" Taylor remained rooted to his spot, flustered but hesitant to intervene. Christopher met Be''s crimson gaze. His lips curled into a gentle smile as he calmly raised a hand to signal Taylor not to approach. "It was you, wasn''t it, Christopher?"


    Their eyes locked in an intense gaze, with fiery anger burning in Be''s eyes as she gripped his stiff cor, her hand trembling uncontrobly. "You''ve slipped through my fingers once again, achieving your goal. You must be feeling quite smug and satisfied, aren''t you?"


    "Be, I really have no idea what you''re talking about."


    Christopher''s expression remained unchanged as he gazed at Be with eyes filled with almost obsessive affection, bordering on insatiable greed. "Well, regardless, I''m very pleased to have the chance to be this close to you and see you again. Be, you''ve lost weight. Was Justin not taking care of you? Does he truly love you?"


    "Christopher, what right do you have to say such things? You mentioning Justin''s name is nothing short of an insult to him." Be''s veins on her temples bulged, twitching involuntarily.


    Christopher felt a sharp pain in his heart, the agony evident on his face. "So, you genuinely love him, just like how I love you."


    "Don''t mention the word ''love'' to me. Your love is too disgusting!"


    Be interrupted with a look of disgust. "Is that what you call love? Your love is about ruthlessly hurting my loved ones and eliminating anyone who opposes you or stands in your way. Christopher, what turned you into a heartless monster who kills without even thinking twice? You weren''t like this before!"


    The man before her, with a face as beautiful as an angel, suddenly stared at her intently and burst intoughter.


    He thought, ''Yes, Be, what turned me into this? You were so lovely and lively when you were younger. But I can''t remember what kind of person I was in front of you back then. Be, what have I done wrong? No matter how I''ve changed, I''m still me. I''m still the one who loves you the most.''


    "I don''t think I''ve done anything wrong. Everyone has their way of loving someone, and I''m just loving you in my own way."


    Be could not bear to hear the word


    "love"ing from Christopher''s


    mouth at sent shivers down her spine. "What will it take for you to stop your madness? What will make you stop?"


    “Leave Justin and be with me." Christopher''s voice softened with emotion as he gazed at her affectionately.


    It was not about bargaining anymore. It was almost like Christopher was confessing to Be.


    "Hmph! Don''t even dream about it." Be retorted, each word dripping with defiance as if mes were coursing through her veins.


    "Someday we''ll be together, Be. Someday..." Christopher chuckled softly, seemingly unfazed by her cold demeanor.


    He was stubborn and unapologetic, beyond redemption.


    Be abruptly released his cor, took two steps back, and distanced herself from him. "Christopher, let me be clear with you. You''ve crossed the line with me, so you''re now my top enemy. I won''t let you off the hook, not ever. You wantedpensation, right? If mypensation means sending you straight to hell, would you still want it?"


    With those resolute words, Be turned and swiftly left the scene.


    Taylor witnessed the entire ordeal, frozen in shock and too terrified to even breathe.


    Christopher clutched his aching chest, gasping for air as he weakly sat on the chair, tremblingly extending his left arm toward Taylor. "Yes! I''ll bring it right away!"


    Taylor immediately retrieved a medical steel box, took out a syringe, and skillfully injected a dose of medication into Christopher''s vein.


    Soon, Christopher''s trembling subsided, and the temporary numbness brought him some relief, alleviating the pain in his heart.


    He thought, ''Be, please continue to torment me relentlessly. This is the entire meaning of my existence.''


    Just as the ne was about to take off, Christopher''s phone rang.


    Seeing the caller ID, he promptly answered.


    "Sir."


    "The fireworks over Savrow tonight were quite impressive. I enjoyed them very much." The man''s voice on the other end was low and pleasant. "I''m d you enjoyed them," Christopher responded respectfully.


    "However, it''s a pity."


    "It''s not a pity. Whether it''s the $100 million or the ne, they''re all sacrifices to me."


    The man chuckled. "What I truly


    lament is Ms. Thompson. She''s such a proud andpetitive. person. Yet she still fell short by just one move and lost to you in the end."