?Chapter 1747


    Outside the gates of Yara Park, Christopher stood alone under the streemp as the evening breeze blew around him, waiting for the person he had been longing for.


    It was unclear how much time had passed when the gates finally opened.


    Be appeared, wearing only a thin, light blue dress. Her eyes were as deep and dark as ink, and her gaze was sharp as she walked toward him with determined steps.


    "Be," Christopher said as his eyes lit up with joy.


    Seeing Be dressed so lightly, he hurriedly took off his suit jacket, intending to drape it over her shoulders. He looked worried and said, "Be, why didn''t you wear a coat? It''s so cold, you''ll catch a cold."


    "Don''t touch me!" Be''s beautiful eyes were cold as she abruptly stepped back.


    It was as if the man before her was a venomous snake ready to strike her at any moment, ending her life with just a single bite.


    Christopher''s arms awkwardly froze, and his already paleplexion grew even more ashen.


    "Christopher, don''t push your luck."


    Be''s eyes were filled with intense hatred, and the words she forced through her gritted teeth were sharp and cold. "I came out here just to see how low and shameless you can be. I''m here to learn from your despicable behavior."


    She continued, "You must be really naive if you think I don''t know who''s behind the incident involving Asher and Arnold. Did you really think hiding behind James and pulling the strings would keep you safe? You clearly underestimated me!"N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Be''s blunt usation didn''t seem to faze Christopher''sposed demeanor, but his eyes reddened and his voice became hoarse and shaky, as if he were deeply hurt. "Be, I swear I didn''t do it!"


    He continued, "Even if I''ve made mistakes before, I had nothing to do with what happened to Asher this time. I only learned about it through the news!"


    His lies were slick and effortless. He had said them so often that he almost convinced himself that they


    were true.


    "Besides, what''s the point of me framing Asher? I''m already the CEO of the Iverson Group. I''ve already got what I wanted, why would I take that kind of risk and do something unnecessary? James is the culprit here. He''s the one with a reason to do it, the one who''s eager to take down Asher to win my father''s favor and regain his trust!"


    Be stared at him without blinking, her rosy lips curling into a mocking smile. "Christopher, have you really gotten what you wanted?"


    Christopher was stunned.


    "I know what you want. The infighting within the Iverson family has nothing to do with me. I don''t care whether you live or die."


    Be''s eyes burned with anger, as if her entire being were engulfed in mes. "But if you dare toy your fingers on my family, my friends, or my lover, I''ll be sure to remember it all. One day, I''ll make you pay twice as much for it. I''ll make sure you can''t live or die in peace!"


    ''Can''t live or die in peace. Those cruel words hurt Christopher deeply. His very was being torn apart


    brutally by Be''s intense, fiery gaze. Yet, after that brief anguish, Christopher felt a strange sense of excitement.


    He thought, ''Be, you may have given all your love to Justin, but you''ve directed all your hatred towards me. Doesn''t that mean a part of your heart is still with me? You can''t deny that you think of me and that I hold a unique ce in your heart.''


    A tender feeling filled Christopher''s eyes, and he suddenly opened his arms, trying to embrace her.


    A shiver ran down Be''s spine. Panicked, she tried to back away, but his cold hand had already grabbed


    her shoulder. An overwhelming sense of sickness swirled within her chest.


    Just when Be was about to fight back, a strong figure suddenly stood in front of her.


    "Justin!"


    Justin''s arrival filled Be''s heart with warmth, instantly dispelling all the chill she had felt.


    In the next moment, Justin punched Christopher''s cheek.


    The force behind this punch seemed to be unleashing a pent-up anger that had been building for a long time, making its impact formidable.


    Christopher''s vision blurred with agony, his head throbbing intensely.


    Though skilled inbat, he had exerted all his strength to withstand the blow, yet it was not enough. He stumbled back a few steps before copsing heavily to the ground.


    "Christopher, if you dare toy your hands on my wife, you will face a grave consequence."


    Justin looked cold and stern as he red down at the man on the ground, his eyes burning with murderous intent.


    Initially, he had been content to watch from afar, not intending to intervene. But he could no longer hold back after seeing this man''s filthy hands attempting to vite his beloved wife.


    His chest felt suffocated, as if it were being stampeded by a thousand wild beasts.


    Justin removed his jacket and wrapped it around Be''s delicate frame, pulling her in close. In a low and hoarse voice, he asked, "Were you afraid?"


    Be shook her head, grinning, and snuggled up to his chest. Christopher''s heart ached at their intimate connection.