Chapter 813

A cold and hostile voice came from behind. Christopher halted his steps and narrowed his eyes, turning

around while yawning.

“James, is there anything you need? It’s getting late. I’d like to rest.”

“Christopher, you’re quite good at acting. Your plan to achieve two goals at once is also impressive.”

James stepped forward, staring at him sharply.

“Huh?” Christopher tilted his head as if he did not understand.

“You orchestrated Charles’ accident, didn’t you?” James stopped beating around the bush and

confronted him directly.

“Huh?” Christopher continued to feign ignorance.

“You sent someone to crash into his car, but you didn’t kill him. Instead, you crippled him.”

James, being smart, had seen through Christopher’s vicious intentions. “Then, you presented an idea

to Dad, recommending Ms.

Bella, just so you could have his approval and show your capability to share his burden. Christopher,

you’re indeed a cunning monster!”

Christopher’s long fingers adjusted his glasses. He raised his chin slightly and suddenly burst into

laughter.

His laughter echoed through the empty hallway, making James feel a chill crawling down his spine.

“James, how could you be the Iverson Group’s chairman? With your story-writing skills, you’d flourish

as a writer. You wouldn’t have been suppressed by Justin and Asher in the business field for so many

years!” Christopher clutched his chest and laughed.

James gritted his teeth. “Christopher!”

“What does Charles’ accident have to do with me? If you insist, then there’s nothing I could do or say.”

After that, Christopher turned around and left.

James pulled out his phone with a gloomy gaze and pressed on the screen, ending the recording.

Back in his room, Christopher took off his coat and had a bath. Then he sat on the sofa with a glass of

red wine.

How delightful.

Sometimes, making someone wish that they were dead was more exhilarating than actually killing

them.

Someone knocked on the door. Taylor walked in and locked the door behind him.

“Mr. Christopher, you’re looking for me?”

“Did you handle everything properly?” Christopher sipped on his wine.

“Yes. The truck driver will take all the blame. He will not utter a word about the truth.”

“Good. Tomorrow, I’ll go to Hatchbay with Lance to convince Bella to treat Charles.”

“Huh? Why? How did Chairman Iverson know…?”

“It was my suggestion.”

Taylor was shocked. “Mr. Christopher, why do you want to save Charles? What if Ms. Bella really is that

good of a surgeon and heals him?”

“How is that possible? She’s a surgeon, not a god.” Christopher mockingly laughed.

He had personally crippled Charles’ legs, and his bones were so shattered that it was impossible to

piece them back together.

“proposed it, putting aside my past grievances to save Charles.

Lance will remember my kindness. Even if Bella can’t heal him, Lance will be grateful to me.”

“Smart!” Taylor was enlightened.

“So what if he’s Lance’s beloved son?”

Christopher stood up and went to the window, swaying his glass. His gaze was darker than the night.

“Wyatt would never marry his daughter to a cripple.”

“In the end, I will become Lance’s only hope.”