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Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 905
“I suddenly thought of something,” Silas piqued up.
Shane looked at him curiously and asked, “What is it?”
“Seven years ago, I happened to see Sean and Mr. Thompson engaged in a conversation. I had been at the
Thompson residence to retrieve some papers for you, and I stumbled upon them in the garden. Sean had been
questioning Mr. Thompson about the whereabouts of a share transfer agreement.”
Running his hands through his hair in frustration, Silas continued, “I wonder if the agreement Sean mentioned was
related to Wells Properties.”
“And then what happened?”
“I heard Mr. Thompson raging at Sean, saying something about Sean’s family being indebted to your parents and
his audacity in claiming the shares. I didn’t think much of it back then. In retrospect, there were so many clues in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttheir exchange.” Silas sighed.
Mr. Thompson must have been referring to Sam’s murder of Mr. Shane’s parents when he mentioned the debt by
Sean’s family. If only David had been less ambiguous with his words. Someone might have connected the dots
sooner, and Mr. Shane could have discovered the culprit behind his parent’s murder much sooner.
Shane was immersed in a thoughtful silence.
Silas asked, “Mr. Shane, what are you going to do with the share transfer agreement?”
“Let’s leave it for now.”
Silas blinked in surprise. “Aren’t you going to tear it? What if Sean gets his hands on this in the future?”
“My mom meant to give him these shares. If he gets it, he gets it,” came Shane’s reply.
“You’re going to let him take over Wells Properties?” Silas was dumbfounded.
“It’s just a company.” Shane continued thoughtfully, “I’m more interested in my mother’s reasons for giving Wells
Properties to Sean than the actual ownership itself.”
Only Sean knows why. Something might have happened between my mother and Sean that led to her decision. No
matter what happened, I have to get to the bottom of this.
Unsuccessful in his attempts to persuade Shane to destroy the share transfer agreement, Silas left with Sam’s
criminal evidence in hand.
At noon that day, Sam was officially arrested under the charges of first-degree murder.
Sam’s murder of his brother and sister-in-law in order to inherit the Thompson Group had been a shocking
revelation. The Internet was buzzing with comments and reposts of the news.
Many shareholders in the group criticized Shane’s decision to publicize the affair, concerned that it would plunge
their stock prices.
To their surprise, stock prices skyrocketed out of public sympathy for Shane, painted as an orphaned victim at the
mercy of his cruel uncle. Sam and his wife were the only ones who took a battering from the public.
Sam was detained in prison despite his paralysis, owing to the brutality of his actions and Shane’s irrefutable
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmevidence.
A verdict could not be expected so soon from Sam’s trial, but Shane’s lawyer was confident of a death sentence.
This outcome was perfectly acceptable for Shane, who did not wish to see Sam on this Earth a minute longer.
Meanwhile, in the Graham residence, Jacqueline had learned about Sam’s downfall from the web. She dropped her
phone in shock.
He found the will and sent Sam to jail. What about me? Is there any information in the will that’ll expose my
identity?
She shuddered in fear at the possibility of the will containing information about her.
Either way, it’s time to make a run for it. I have to leave ASAP! Otherwise, I’m dead meat when Shane tracks me
down.
Jacqueline picked up her phone and called Jackson. “Jackie-”
“Jacqueline.” Jackson had just completed an operation and was leaving the surgical theater. He sounded exhausted
as he asked, “Did you call me about something?”
“Jackie, have you given more thought to my earlier request?” she asked cautiously.
Lowering his lids, Jackson muttered, “I’m sorry, Jacqueline. I can’t agree to that.”
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