After divorce I am a billionaire

"Got it. After breakfast, I'll make a trip to the group.” After breakfast, she dissipated her bad mood for many days and put on a light makeup to go out.

President's office in Freeman's Group.

Wesley was still clamoring, "What does it mean that she hides from people every day? Melvin is dead and she's pretending to be sad? She thinks she can escape from the issue of the group's management rights this way!" "Hurry up and call her. It must have a result within today!" Jackie was helpless and wanted to slap this old fox to death.

But it was a society governed by the rule of law so she had to be calm in front of him! "Mr. Wesley, Miss Lloyd ,she's been sick lately. You don't have to be so aggressive ..." Before she could finish her words, the door of the president's office opened.

Lyra wore a black hip dress. With the light makeup, her face was charming but ascetic. Her eyes were as cold and arrogant as ever.

She did not even look at Wesley but walked to the chair coldly and sat down.

"Say." A single word without any emotion caused Wesley to change his attitude instantly.

He smiled and walked to the chair opposite Lyra and sat down. The last the was forced to drink thirty bottles of drug and was tortured under all kinds of pain for ten whole days. He still remembered it all and only dared to scream quietly.

Lyra appeared, and he spoke in a thin voice, "Miss Lloyd, Melvin died young. I'm also very distressed. | lost appetite these days, but one size doesn't fit all ..." "Get to the point." Lyra wrinkled her brows. She was not happy.

"He is gone. I'm the only one in the Freeman family who hold the shares in the group. So shouldn't his shares go to my name?" "Who said that?" Lyra looked at him askance, "Are you out of your mind? You're just his father's brother. His mother is his direct relative. Even if it's handed over to Fiona, it's not your turn." "But..." He was ridiculed but not angry, "Fiona is not good at management. And you have seen it before. It'll be wasted if you give her the shares. She used to be mean to you. Don't you mind it? | can help you. Besides, | have repented and will not oppose you again!" Lyra snickered, "To put it nicely, if you get the shares, you're the largest shareholder of the group. You just want the right to run the group, right?" Hmm...

Wesley did not answer. He must seize the right to operate the group. After all, he can not watch the Freeman family fall into the hands of the outsider.

But knowing that Lyra was not easy to mess with, he originally planned to take a roundabout tactic and take one step at a time.

Lyra did not bother to listen to his bullshit and said straightforwardly, "If you want it, you can say it. Don't bullshit to disgust me.

Whether you can get the right from my hands, it depends on your ability." Wesley was sullen and silent for a moment.

He knew that Lyra was shrewd and would only be more wary of him in the future since she knew what he was planning to do.

"How about this? Since you also said that Fiona should get Melvin's shares, let's have her cover today to sign the equity transfer in the presence of a lawyer?" Even if Fiona got the shares, he would be able to take it back sooner or later. As long as the shares did not fall into the hands of this woman Lyra, everything would be fine.

Lyra sneered.

She was about to answer when the door to the president's office was pushed open.

Fiona changed her depressed image and maintained the noble woman posture. She walked into the office gracefully.

Wesley was happy to see her, "We just talk about having you cover and sign. Fiona, you chere just in time." Lyra indifferently had her arms crossed, leaning back in the chair and not saying a word.

She would like to see what they would doing respectively.

When she saw Fiona approaching, Wesley got up and offered her a seat.

Fiona was not modest and sat down gracefully, but spoke to Wesley, "It's not up to you orto decide how to distribute my son's shares.” "Fiona, what do you mean?" Wesley's face changed.

"I bring a lawyer. My son made a will before he passed away. Since everyone is here today, it's just tto read it officially.” The lawyer stepped forward and placed a sealed paper bag on Lyra's clean desk with both hands.

Lyra took a look.

Melvin made a will? "Since this is a will and | am no longer the member of Freeman family, it's a bit unnecessary forto listen. So you guys go ahead." She was about to get up, but Fiona stopped her, "Sit down, you're mentioned in my son's will. You need to be there." Lyra was stupefied. He even mentioned her in his will? She held back the sour feeling and sat back with a cold face.

Fiona watched her sit still before looking to the lawyer behind her, "Let's begin." The lawyer nodded, went up, opened the paper bag and took out the will inside under the watchful eyes of the three.

"Melvin Freeman, the testator of this will, makes the following will for the purpose of settling the distribution of his personal estate after his death:" After hearing just the beginning of the sentence, Lyra's heart began to throb and her eyes turned uncontrollably red.

She clutched her palms together and listened quietly with her eyes lowered.

Fiona also had tears in her eyes, and Wesley symbolically followed with a sad face.

In this extremely heavy atmosphere, the lawyer continued to read: "I will deal with all the properties under my name, such as the main properties and shares, as follows: a total of seven properties, including Cloudland Villa, Maplebrook Manor, and Birdvalley Apartment building, all belong to my ex-wife Miss Lyra. In addition, 45% of the shares of Freeman Group held in my nshall go to my ex-wife Miss Lyra ..." Fiona wiped her tears with tissues after listening to the will, and Lyra's heart ached as she listened. Did he not even care about Fiona and Sheila? Wesley, however, blew up on the spot.

"What?! | don't agree!" His face was as black as the bottom of a pot and he protested in a deep voice.

"He wants to give all the properties to his ex-wife. | have no objection. But how can he just give 45% of shares to an outsider.

The group is the old Freeman's life's work. Melvin is unfilial! Did he consider his grandpa?!" If 45% of the shares were really given to this woman Lyra, then she would hold 85% of the major shares in the future and he would hardly be able to trip her up.

Lyra kept her head down and did not retort or speak.

She was not good at real estate, and she was exhausted from running in both Freeman's Group and Angle Group sdays ago. She was thinking of handing over her shares when Melvin gave her a big trouble, giving her the burden of the group all at once.

In Wesley's questioning voice, Fiona wiped her tears away and spoke with a heavy heart.

"Making a will is my son's right to be able to make his own decisions freely. Since my son had decided this way, |, as a mother, respect his choice.” "Fiona, you're muddled! Shares are no small matter!" Wesley was pissed off.

Fiona's attitude was neutral, "Wesley, don't scramble for it. If it doesn't belong to you, even if you try your best, you can't get it." "You!" Wesley was furious, "You're just a spendthrift! I'll see how you'll explain to the old Freeman and my brother!" He grunted heavily, swung his hands in anger and walked away.

Fiona let him scold her, without any anger on her face.

Lyra looked at her strangely.

Since Melvin's funeral, Fiona had been a different person, not only helping her out more often, but also being more calm 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. You don't want it at all?" Fiona smiled slightly.

"I really don't have that ability. The group is better off in your hands." Lyra narrowed her eyes and gazed at her quietly, "Mrs. Freeman, you've suddenly changed a lot. You never used to talk tocalmly. Did Melvin say something to you in that letter at the funeral?" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1