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“Understood. After breakfast, I'll go to the Fallen Group,” Sylvia responded calmly.
After breakfast, she composed herself and applied light makeup before heading out.
In President Fallen’s office, Greg was still yelling, “What does it mean that she hides every day and doesn’t dare
to see people? My eldest nephew is dead, and she pretends to be sad? Does she think she can avoid the issue of
Fallen Group’s management rights?”
“Hurry up and call her out. We need a resolution today!” Belinda, feeling helpless, wished she could slap the old
fox to death. However, the principles of a law-abiding society compelled her to remain calm in front of others.
Before Belinda could finish her sentence, the CEO's office door swung open.
Sylvia entered, dressed in a black dress that extended to her hips. Her light makeup accentuated her seductive
yet restrained appearance. Her cold eyes mirrored her cold and arrogant demeanor.
Without even sparing a glance at Greg, she walked over to the CEO's office chair with a cold expression and sat
down.
“Speak,” she said, devoid of any emotion, causing Greg's attitude to change instantly.
He put on a smile and walked over to the chair opposite Sylvia. The last the was forced to drink thirty bottles
of Rice wine, he endured ten days of torture under various pains.
Now that Sylvia was truly present, he spoke softly, “Ms. Smith, my eldest nephew passed away at such a young
age. | am also deeply saddened. For the past few days, | haven't had much appetite, but everything has
changed“”
“Get to the point,” Sylvia interrupted, her frown indicating her unhappiness.
“He’s gone. As the only one in the Fallen family who holds shares in the Fallen Group, shouldn't his shares belong
to me?” Greg finally revealed his true intentions.
“Who said that?” Sylvia looked at him, “Are you blind? You are just his father’s younger brother, and his mother is
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthis immediate family. Even if the shares were to be distributed, Yvonne would have priority, not you.”
“But” Greg hesitated, feeling ridiculed. “Sister-in-law is not capable in business. Look at how she ruined the
Fallen Group before. You gave her shares. Second Uncle is different. | can assist you. Besides, | regret my past
actions, and | won't oppose you in the future!”
Sylvia sneered, “You have a way with words. You want the management rights of the Fallen Group, don’t you?”
Greg remained silent, his face darkening. He knew that Sylvia was shrewd. Since she was aware of his plan, she
would be more cautious around him in the future.
“Fine, since Ms. Smith believes that Yvonne should receive my nephew's shares, let her cand sign the
transfer agreement in the presence of a lawyer,” Sylvia proposed.
Greg pondered for a moment. If he gave the shares to Yvonne, he could eventually retrieve them. As long as the
shares didn’t fall into Sylvia's hands, he would be content.
Sylvia pursed her lips, ready to respond, when the CEO's office door swung open once again.
Yvonne entered the room, her demeanor no longer despondent. She walked Sylviafully, maintaining her poise.
When Greg saw her, he felt a surge of joy.
“Oh, we were just discussing asking sister-in-law to cand sign. What a coincidence that she’s here,” Greg
exclaimed with a hint of excitement. However, Sylvia remained seated, her expression cold and unyielding.
Unperturbed by Sylvia's indifference, Yvonne elegantly took her seat and addressed Greg, “It is not for you and
“Sister-in-law, what do you mean?” Greg's face stiffened.
“I have brought Lawyer Francis Jones here. Before my son passed away, he made a will. Since we are all here
today, it is the perfect opportunity to have it officially read,” Yvonne explained, her voice heavy with emotion.
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Attorney Jones stepped forward, holding a sealed kraft paper bag with both hands. He placed it gently on Sylvia's
clean and pristine desk.
Sylvia glanced at the bag, surprised that Edgar had made a will.
“Since it is a will, am no longer a member of the Fallen family. It is somewhat redundant forto sit here and
listen. You may continue,” Sylvia said, preparing to stand up. However, Yvonne stopped her.
“Please stay seated. My son’s will mentioned you on that will, and it is important that you be present,” Yvonne
insisted.
Sylvia hesitated for a moment before resuming her cold posture and sitting back down. She wanted to see what
Yvonne and Greg were up to.
As Yvonne took her seat, Attorney Jones began to read from the will, his voice resonating in the heavy
atmosphere, “The testator, Edgar, in order to address the distribution of his personal property after his demise,
has prepared this special will.”
With every sentence, Sylvia's heart pounded, her eyes uncontrollably welling up with tears. She tightly clenched
her fists, listening intently.
Yvonne, too, had tears streaming down her face, and Greg made a show of feigned grief.
In this emotionally charged atmosphere, Attorney Jones continued, “I hereby distribute all of my primary real
estate, shares, and other properties as follows: Maine Construction, Cloud View Villa, Moon Valley, Sacramento
Field, Hail Highway, Sunrise Condominiums, Infinity Land -these seven properties, as well as 45% of the shares in
the Fallen Group under my name, are to be inherited by my ex-wife, Miss Sylvia...”
As Attorney Jones concluded the reading, Yvonne wiped her tears with a tissue. Sylvia's heart ached as she
listened. Her son had bequeathed all his property to her. Did he not care about Yvonne and Mia's future?
Greg erupted in anger, unable
to
contain himself. “What?! | don’t agree!”
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His face turned as black as the bottom of a pot as he protested vehemently, “He wants to give his property to his
ex-wife. | have no objection to that, but how can he give 45% of the Fallen Group's shares to an outsider? The
Fallen Group is the result of the old man’s lifetof hard work!”
If 45% of the shares were truly given to Sylvia, she would hold 85% of the shares overall, making it difficult for
him to undermine her authority.
Sylvia kept her head down, neither refuting nor speaking. She was never proficient in the real estate industry,
and after running between Fallen Group and Angle Group, she was exhausted.
Amidst Greg's protestations, Yvonne wiped away her tears and spoke with a heavy heart, “Greg, let it go. What is
not yours, is not yours. Even if you fight for it, you won't obtain it,” Yvonne calmly responded.
“You!” Greg was on the verge of exploding. “You wasteful woman! | want to see how you'll explain yourself to my
elder brother and the ancestors!” He huffed in anger, shaking his hand free from Yvonne's grasp.
Yvonne allowed him to vent his anger, remaining composed.
Sylvia looked at her strangely.
Since Edgar's funeral, Yvonne has changed like a different person, not only helping her talk often, but also
calmer than before.
“If you hide this will today and don’t take it out and read it in public, his shares are yours, that's 45% of the
shares, and you're not moved at all?”
Yvonne smiled lightly.
“I really don’t have that ability, Fallen Group is better in your hands.”
Sylvia narrowed her eyes and looked at her quietly, “Mrs Fallen, you have suddenly changed a lot, you have
never spoken calmly tobefore, did Edgar's suicide note tell you something at the funeral?”
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