NovelEnglish“But Ms. Wood hasn’t given birth to her baby yet. This will isn’t effective, is it?” voiced a shareholder.
He even gave a glance at Isabella. “Moreover, Mr. Faulkner’s adoptive mother is still around. Even if
Mr. Faulkner is in a coma, the shares he has should be given according to the will he has.”
Another shareholder nodded. “I heard that Mr. Faulkner is married. Did no one inform Mrs. Faulkner
about this shareholders’ meeting?”
A glint flashed past Samantha’s eyes. “I’ll be frank with you all. Armand’s marriage with that woman is a
contractual marriage. They had signed a contract before they married, and naturally, she can’t do
anything about Armand’s assets.”
Just as the shareholders were digesting that, Isabella spoke. “I’m just Armand’s adoptive mother, so I
won’t make any queries about his assets. I’ve only come to take a look today. Since Armand has
already made a will before his accident, even if Marilyn hasn’t delivered her baby, she’s the baby’s
mother. She’ll be able to manage the shares for the child.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Can that be done?” Samantha quickly asked the lawyer.
Wilfred nodded. “Yes. Since Armand is in a coma, his will is now effective. As the guardian of the child,
Ms. Wood would have the right to handle any matters on behalf of the child.”
At that, Samantha smiled and leaned back in her chair. “Did you all hear that?”
The shareholders had no choice but to agree to it at the lawyer’s words.
“Ms. Wood, these are the shares that Mr. Faulkner currently has.” Wilfred then opened a document and
showed it to Marilyn.
Marilyn widened her eyes when she read the documents. She then whipped her head to the side to ask
the lawyer in disbelief, “I remember that Armand has thirty-three percent of Central Group’s shares.
Why are there only fourteen percent left?”
Upon hearing that, Samantha took the document to look at it. Then, she narrowed her eyes.
What in the world is Armand doing?
“It could be because Mr. Faulkner has sold off some of his shares,” Wilfred explained. “I’ve renewed the
document to reflect his current assets, and these are all he has for his shares.”
“Oh, what’s going on here?”
Right then, someone opened the door to the conference room again.
The woman who entered had long wavy brown hair. She was in a black gown. Her hips swayed a little
as she walked, and there was a form of grace in the way she carried herself. Moreover, a glance at her
eyes would captivate anyone.
The shareholders were soon reminded of the news they heard a few days prior when they saw the
woman.
They never thought that Armand’s biological mother would just appear right in their lines of sight like
that.
When Peter and the others saw Mirrin, their expressions darkened.
It was especially so for Isabella. She had been keeping a neutral look on her face the entire time, but
upon seeing Mirrin, a cold look emerged.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a glimpse at Mirrin, Peter uttered, “We’re having a shareholders’ meeting right now. Leave!”
“I know. That’s why I’m here,” Mirrin said with a smile.
She then sat down on the last available chair in the room.
“I didn’t raise Armand, but he’s related to me by blood. My son started this company, and when I heard
that no one is managing it while he’s in a coma in the hospital, I, as his mother, became rightfully
concerned. So, what’s going on right now?” Mirrin then crossed her legs and smile at one of the
shareholders beside her. “How are we dealing with the shares that my son has?”
Even though Mirrin was in her fifties, she had given birth to her child early, and she had spent millions
every year to maintain her youth. Hence, she still looked like she was only in her twenties.
She used to be the top escort of Ambrosia for two decades straight. Now, every smile she had on her
face enchanted the others.
Thus, the shareholder by her side immediately turned red in the face.
“Here’s what has happened. As it turns out, Mr. Faulkner has made his will early on…” After clearing
his throat, the shareholder explained the situation to Mirrin.
Mirrin hummed in response. She then turned to fix her gaze on Marilyn and asked, “Why did my son
make a will to transfer the shares to you? Is the baby in you his?”
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