The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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The public was in an uproar when Aaron was arrested. The Larson Group became the target of widespread criticism. Although there was no concrete evidence linking the pharmaceutical company's human experiments to Larson Biotech, suspicion alone was enough to tarnish their reputation.

"Mr. Iverson, you are truly impressive! A master strategist!" Taylor praised Christopher as he read the online comments. "Aaron has become our scapegoat. Public opinion is now overwhelmingly attacking Larson Group, condemning them as the main culprits behind the human experiments! Mr. Iverson, everything is under your control!"

Christopher swung his golf club, unbothered, easily achieving a hole-in-one. "Those who work for me must be completely under my control. I will not use those who are not. I promised the Boss that things in Savrow would be handled cleanly, and I always keep my word."

Taylor looked smug. "Now that Aaron is in a tight spot, if he dares to mention your name to the police, if he utters even a single word, the video of him drugging and killing a woman will spread throughout Savrow. Drug trafficking might only get him a ten-year sentence with a good lawyer, but killing someone, even accidentally, in addition to disposing of the body, would likely result in the death penalty or life imprisonment. As long as we have this video evidence, he will have no choice but to take this secret to his grave."

"You're right. He should take the secret to his grave," Christopher said calmly, swinging his club again. Taylor was startled. "You mean..."

Christopher smiled slightly. "Find a suitable opportunity to get rid of him."

"Mr. Iverson, it's a sensitive time now. Why take this unnecessary risk? With the leverage we have, Aaron won't dare to speak out. You can rest easy," Taylor took the golf club that was handed to him.

"Firstly, I trust no one but the dead." Christopher walked to the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine. " Secondly, if Aaron is found dead at this critical time, what do you think the public will believe?"

Taylor's eyes widened. "They will think that he couldn't bear the pressure and committed suicide out of guilt."

"I mentioned before that I like to extract all possible value from something. Aaron's final value lies in this." Christopher sipped on his wine, savoring the taste of his impending victory. "Handle it quickly and make it look believable."

"Yes, Mr. Iverson!"

"Any movements from Deputy Chief Hopkins recently?"

"I've had people watching him. Since helping Aaron dispose of the body, he's only been seen going to work and visiting his half-dead wife at the nursing home. He hasn't been anywhere or met with anyone else."

"Notify me immediately if anything changes."

"Mr. Iverson, if... And I'm just saying if... Deputy Chief Hopkins does something out of line, what will you do?"

"I'll do what needs to be done," Christopher said, glaring at him. "Don't ask obvious questions."

Taylor bowed repeatedly as he backed out of the room. In Christopher's eyes, everyone was an ant- insignificant. The only exception was Bella, who was like a bright moon in his dark world, unique and precious.

By the time Owen left the nursing home, it was late in the night.

He decided to stay with his wife in the hospital. Exhausted from a day of caregiving, he stepped out for a walk to clear his head. As he passed by a television in a storefront, he saw the news of Aaron's arrest and the drug footage. Several people walking by stopped to watch beside him.

Owen's eyes were tired, and he walked past expressionlessly, as if the news had nothing to do with him. He entered a quiet cafe, ordered the cheapest coffee, and sat in a corner, lost in thought. The latest diagnosis for his wife brought tears to his eyes and a deep ache in his heart.

"Darling..." Owen whispered, closing his eyes in pain. He pulled out a cigarette, placed it between his dry lips, and patted his empty pockets for a lighter.

Suddenly, there was a click.

A small orange flame appeared in front of him. Owen looked up, and his heart clenched. The man standing before him was tall and handsome, exuding both nobility and arrogance.

"Deputy Chief Hopkins, what a coincidence." Justin had on a barely perceptible smile. He lit the cigarette for Owen, who was still in a daze.

How many people in the country could claim the honor of Justin Salvador lighting their cigarette?