The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 1310

Astrid's face contorted ferociously, her gaze fixed firmly on Christopher's delicate yet despicable face.

"Help me? Haha, they're animals, but aren't you the same, Christopher? Yes, you are... You're a damn snake! Even worse than them!"

Christopher showed no trace of anger. Instead, his smile deepened. "I may not be a saint, but even beasts have some loyalty. I've always been reluctant to be too ruthless toward my own flesh and blood. So, I want to help you, Astrid. Besides, who else is thinking of you now besides me? In this god-forsaken place, do you still consider yourself a member of the Iverson family?"

Seeing that Astrid was still resisting his so-called "help", Christopher decided to deliver a fatal blow.

"Astrid, think about it. How did you and your husband end up in this miserable situation? Who's to blame for it all?”

Astrid's anger surged, her voice hoarse. "The Thompson family... It's the Thompson family getting back at me! That bitch, Bella, is responsible for it!"

Christopher's pale lips curved slightly, shaking his head. "But you messed with Wyatt's daughter. He had spared your life on account of the decades of friendship between our families. But isn't Charles the root of all this?"

"Charles..."

Astrid's mind buzzed. These days, she had been so focused on the Thompson family that she almost forgot about this coward!

"It's all because of Charles' instigation that the Thompson family retaliated against us. If he hadn't been so foolish and arrogant from the start, you and your husband would still be living in glory.

"Now, he's ruined everything. From the press conferences to your incarceration, did he even utter a word in your defense? He conveniently shifted all the blame onto you and let you take the fall, while he comfortably sought refuge at home in comfort. Can you swallow this humiliation? I can barely stand to watch anymore, Astrid."

Christopher was playing with her emotions.

Astrid fell silent, seeming lost in thought. Her eyes were visibly redder as her anger intensified.

She asked. "What exactly are you proposing to do?"

"That depends on how much sincerity you're willing to show in our cooperation," Christopher replied, elegantly crossing his legs. Now, the initiative was entirely in his hands.

Astrid's eyes were blazing red, and her teeth were grinding so hard it seemed they might shatter. "I... Want... Charles... Dead!"

"Death is nothing. Once he's dead, it's all over, and there's no more suffering," Christopher remarked calmly.

Suddenly, he leaned closer to the glass, and a sinister smile played on his lips. "You need to make him wish for death but be unable to get it. You want him to hate you every day of his life, unable to do anything about it. That's when it'll be satisfying."

"I have... Charles' dark secrets. They're in the encrypted folder on my laptop in the study. The password is..."

Christopher interrupted. "No need for a password."

Satisfied with the outcome, Christopher stood up leisurely, looking down at Astrid's face, which was twisted with hatred.

"In my eyes, all these so-called encryption methods are nothing but illusions."

Upon leaving the detention center, Taylor immediately turned to his boss.

Christopher lazily stretched out his fair and slender hands, and Taylor hurriedly squeezed some hand sanitizer onto his palms, then sprayed air freshener around him in circles.

"It's smelly and gloomy in there. It's hardly a place for humans to stay." Christopher wrinkled his brow, rubbing his hands together. His obsession with cleanliness surfaced once again. "But the environment seems quite suitable for creatures like Astrid."

Taylor remarked. "You've given her enough grace by coming to see her."

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