For a man like Lance, who was once a titan of industry who stood shoulder to shoulder with Wyatt, news of his death should have been immediately suppressed by the Iverson Group. Thepany usually waited until the situation stabilized before making any formal announcement.


    However, against all expectations, the news spread like wildfire overnight, with countless media outlets rushing to report it. It turned the entire city into a storm of spection.


    The source of the leak? Christopher.


    Now, with the entire Iverson family reduced to just one man, Christopher, it was only natural that he would inherit the Iverson Group.


    After years of plotting, he finally achieved his long-held ambition.


    He ascended to the pinnacle of Iverson Group''s power, leaving countless casualties in his wake.


    The hospital''s morgue temporarily housed Lance''s body. As the sole family member, Christopher refused an autopsy. With no signs of foul y found at the scene, the police concluded the case as a sudden death due to natural causes.


    In the hospital''s lounge, Christopher sat upright on a square ck leather sofa. His arms rested naturally yet regally on the armrests, eyes closed as he imagined himself seated on a throne.


    "Dad, in all my nearly thirty years of life, this is the best gift you''ve ever given me. Thank you for making it all possible. Rest in peace."


    Just then, there was a knock on the door.


    After Christopher responded, Taylor entered. He led in a man dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase.


    Taylor then locked the door behind him.


    "Mr. Lyles, please have a seat," Christopher said, a smile ying on his lips.


    Mr. Lyles was one of Lance''s most trusted confidants. Not only was he the legal advisor for the Iverson Group, but he was also the private attorney for the entire Iverson family. He had served Lance for over thirty years.


    "Mr. Christopher," Attorney Lyles greeted him with a respectful bow.


    Though Christopher''s expression remainedposed, it was clear that he was not entirely satisfied with this form of address.


    However, with the major power shift now inevitable and only awaiting the formal announcement at the uing board meeting, there was no need to press the matter at this moment.


    “Mr. Lyles, my father''s will is in your possession."


    Christopher smiled leisurely, "Now, you can read it out in my presence. After all, I''m the only one left in the Iverson family."Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    Mr. Lyles sighed helplessly. With a trace of sorrow in his expression, he pulled out the will from his briefcase. It was a document that went through countless revisions.


    The moment Mr. Lyles took the will out, Christopher abruptly stood up and snatched the papers from his hands, eagerly flipping through them. Line by line, the ck ink on white paper reflected in his dark, enigmatic eyes.


    Christopher stood still, frozen in ce as the seconds ticked by. Even Mr. Lyles, who had weathered countless storms, felt intense pressure. Beads of cold sweat formed on his brow.


    Finally, after reading the entire document, Christopher narrowed his eyes slightly. He smiled mockingly and tossed the will at the attorney''s feet.


    "He even remembered to leave something for James and Astrid, who are locked up in prison. Yet he did not leave a single thing for me. Excellent! This is exactly what a father would do."


    But that was not all.


    Lance had even abolished the


    hereditary system within the Iverson Group. He upended decades of family control. After his death, thepany would select capable individuals to manage thepany.


    Christopher startedughing-loud and unrestrained.


    Even if he did rise to the position of CEO, he had been nothing more than a tool for Lance to stabilize the situation from the beginning. Once he had served his purpose, Lance would just discard him.


    Even now, as thest remaining member of the family that was not in prison, Christopher still did not get a thing from that cruel and cold-hearted father of his.


    Observing the hint of madness in Christopher''s demeanor, Mr. Lyles could not stop sweating in distress.


    With Lance''s sudden death, Mr.


    Lyles found himself in a dangerous position as the sole witness holding the will. He was all too aware of how dangerous this was. He knew full well that this young man had a heart of steel and ruthless ambition. He Knew Christopher was capable of devouring anyone without remorse.


    And now, the moment had arrived much sooner than expected.


    "Mr. Lyle, you were my father''s trusted aide. Now that he''s gone, I hope you can be mine and help me manage the Iverson Group."