Chapter 209


    Chapter 209


    “Understood. After breakfast, I’ll go to the Fallen Group,” Grace responded calmly.


    After breakfast, sheposed 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 rightst


    “Hurry up and call her out. We need a resolution today!” Belinda, feeling helpless, wished she could


    p the old fox to death. However, the principles of aw ab id ing societypelled her to remain


    calm in front of others.


    Before Belinda could finish her sentence, the CEO’s office door swung open.


    Grace entered, dressed in a ck dress that extended to her hips. Her light makeup entuated her


    seductive yet restrained appearance. Her cold eyes mirrored her cold and arrogant demeanor.


    Without even sparing a nce 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 Grace. Thest time he was forced to drink


    thirty bottles of Rice wine, he endured ten days of torture under various pains.


    Now that Grace was truly present, he spoke softly, “Ms. Smith, my eldest nephew passed away at such


    a young age. I am also deeply saddened. For the past few days, I haven’t had much appetite, but


    everything has changed”


    “Get to the point,” Grace 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.


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    “Who said that?” Grace looked at him, “Are you blind? You are just his father’s younger brother, and his


    mother is his immediate family. Even if the shares were to be distributed, Yvonne would have priority,


    not you.”


    “But”” Greg hesitated, feeling ridiculed. “Sister-inw is not capable in business. Look at how she


    ruined the Fallen Group before. You gave her shares. Second Uncle is different. I can assist you.


    Besides, I regret my past actions, and I won’t oppose you in the future!”


    Grace 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 Grace was shrewd. Since she was aware of his


    n, she would be more cautious around him in the future.


    “Fine, since Ms. Smith believes that Yvonne should receive my nephew’s shares, let here and sign


    the transfer agreement in the presence of awyer,” Grace 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 Grace’s hands, he would be content.


    Grace 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 gracefully, maintaining her


    poise. When Greg saw her, he felt a surge of joy.


    “Oh, we were just discussing asking sister-inw toe and sign. What a coincidence that she’s


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    here,” Greg eximed with a hint of excitement. However, Grace remained seated, her expression cold


    and unyielding.


    Unperturbed by Grace’s indifference, Yvonne elegantly took her seat and addressed Greg. “It is not for


    you and me to decide how my son’s shares should be distributed.”


    “Sister-inw, 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 exined, her voice heavy


    with emotion.


    Attorney Jones stepped forward, holding a sealed kraft paper bag with both hands. He ced it gently


    on Grace’s clean and pristine desk.


    Grace nced at the bag, surprised that Edgar had made a will.


    “Since it is a will, I am no longer a member of the Fallen family. It is somewhat redundant for me to sit


    here and listen. You may continue,” Grace 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.


    Grace 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, Grace’s heart pounded, her eyes uncontrobly 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 Vi,


    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 Grace…”


    As Attorney Jones concluded the reading. Yvonne wiped her tears with a tissue. Grace’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?! I don’t agree!”


    His face turned as ck as the bottom of a pot as he protested vehemently, “He wants to give his


    property to his ex-wife. I 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 lifetime of hard work!”


    If 45% of the shares were truly given to Grace, she would hold 85% of the shares overall, making it


    difficult for him to undermine her authority.


    Grace 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! I want to see how you’ll exin


    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, remainingposed.


    Grace 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 15% 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.”


    Grace narrowed her eyes and looked at her quietly, “Mrs Fallen, you have suddenly changed a lot, you


    have never spoken calmly to me before, did Edgar’s suicide note tell you something at the funeral?”