The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 280: | am a Shaw

As she read through the clause about the her executor of state and person transferred to Mercy, her eyes

narrowed dangerously.

If Mercy becher executor of person, it would take but one coma, for her to be taken away. One burst of

anger for Mercy to have her admitted at a mental hospital. She did not believe Mercy could be so cruel.

But she was glad she was awake. If she had been played this long, it would be too shameful.

She hoped Mathew was wrong, but she doubted it he was. He was rarely every wrong, unless he had to throw his

wife under bus as bait.

By the tshe arrived at the location, Vivian's nerves were stretched to their breaking point.

But for sreason, her hands that had been shaking all the way there, stilled.

As she stepped out of the car and found herself face to face with a row of men in dark suits. Mercy stood at the

corner staring at her.

Mercy raised a brow at the entourage following her, before chucking lightly and leaning her in.

Vivian tried hard to calm her nerves before walking over. She nodded at Mercy and she led her into the building

to a conference room. There, a man in a dark suit sat at the head of the table.

"You are the Head of the 12 guns?" Vivian asked.

"Is this relevant? Sit. Vivian, right? Tea or coffee," the man asked.

"| prefer to get this done with. Letsee the contract," Vivian said.

The man nodded to Mercy and she passed a document to her. When Vivian saw the document, she paused.

It was just as Mathew had given her. If she handed over her signature, she would die.

Vivian's hands shook lightly as she tried to calm herself.

"You must really think | am a fool. This document would just havehand over the safe legally to you. The

moment | do that, won't you have no reason to letgo?" Vivian said, looking at both of them with ridicule.

"Vivian, don't be stupid. As long as you have that, people will cafter you," Mercy said, "just sign the

document and you will have your freedom,"

Vivian could not help but sneer.

"Oh? Freedom? Why does this document say that | will be handing over my freedom instead?" Vivian asked.

To this, Mercy frowned slightly, while the man looked between them with a slight smile.

"What does this mean?" she asked.

"This document says you will becmy executor of state and person," Vivian said and Mercy's face fell.

"Is that a bad thing? This is just a guarantee. With me, would the Shaw be able to do anything to you?" Mercy

asked.

"sometimes, | don't know if you think | am a fool or you think I trust you that much," Vivian laughed, adjusting

her coat, "I have a husband, why would | need you?"

Vivian adjusted in her seat while completely surrounded by her men and face them.

"Now, | am very curious what you r plan was the moment | signed that document. Would you have claimed that |

got injured and need to move hospitals or were you planning to haveadmitted somewhere as a mental

patient?" Vivian asked. "Overthinking is not a good thing, Vivian. You are not that important," Mercy said.

"Yet here we are," Vivian said.

"You are only here because your father left something of ours with you. Do not over think," the man said.

"Yet you added in that kind of clause, why? Don't tellit's because you are worried Mercy. We are not friends.

You conveniently forget who | am married to while saying | am not important. But throw around clause to take

away my freedom, fine. Let us leave that for another day," Vivian said with slight chuckle.

She raised her hand to one of her men and he handed her an envelope of pictures.

Vivian took the picture out and threw them towards Mercy.

They were the pictures Mathew had shown her the night before.

When Mercy saw the pictures she went pale

"I cbecause | wanted to know, Marcy how are you related to that man?" Vivian asked.

"I don't know him," Mercy answered. She had always thought no matter how much of a tantrum Vivian was

throwing that this was the Vivian she had known since childhood. Vivian would never turn against her. But now

she was not so confident.

"I heard his nis Vitale too. Are you family?" Vivian asked. She did not think it was a coincidence that Mercy

and the man who killed her father had the ssurname. Mercy frowned, trying to get back control, "That is not

why we are here Vivian," she said bur Vivian was done listening to them. She got up and adjusted her coat.

"Well, it is a shthen, * she said turned to leave.

"Mrs. Shaw will not sign?" the man asked dangerously, "Are you sure you will not regret it?"

"Vivian don't be stupid," Mercy insisted, "Just sign it!"

"I have cas one last favor to you since we used to be friends. This is the last time," Vivian said and turned

away.

The moment she did, the men around pulled out their weapons.

"Do you think you can walk out of here alive without signing?" the man in the seat leaned back and said.

"This place is surrounded," Mercy said wit a slight frown, "Sit back down and sign,"

"Yes, | think | can walk out of here. If one gun shot escapes this building, it is grounds to assthat | was

coursed to sign. You cannot kill me. Killingdoes not mean you will get access to the safe," Vivian said and

turned around to look Mercy in the eye.

Mercy had sent her with men and they all had their guns out ready to protect her. The air stilled as only the click

of Vivian's heels could be heard as she walked over to her men. "Besides, If you have the ability to keephere

or not, is what you should consider. You forget, | am a Shaw," Vivian said, her bright red lip growing into a

confident smile.

What Vivian did not know was that Mathew's had his men wired and, the video of her confrontation had reached

the hands that mattered the most; Mathew.

When Mathew watched her say she was his wife, say she was a Shaw, a slow smile made its way up his face.

He did not even have the tto revel in the fact that she had claimed to be married to him in public when his

phone rang. It was his father this time.

When he picked the call, he was asked. One question, "Vivian acknowledged you?"

It seemed his mother also had his men wired.

"Yes," he answered, and his mother's voice tore into his ear.

"You useless son! You should have done this sooner. Were you waiting for the wife you got to run away first?,"

Wendy scolded.

"You must have gotten your hands on the video, then. But mother, why o you havemy men bugged? When

did you bug them and who is working for you?" Mathew asked with a sigh.

His mother was really unpredictable. He could not believe she actually bugged his men. Even his father and

grandfather would not dare to do this.

But at least with this, he felt he had reclaimed sdignity before his family. After Vivian refused to see him, his

father thought him less of a man to have lost his wife that way.

Above all, he enjoyed hearing Vivian claim him. He wanted to hear her say it more.

Vivian on the other had had just raised a brow and turned away.

"Stop her!" The man ordered, but their intercoms started going off.