“Got it. I’ll go to Wright Construction Group after breakfast.”
After breakfast, Gwendolyn gathered her thoughts and got herself out of the bad mood she had been in
for many days. Then, she put on light makeup and went out.
Meanwhile, Dexter was making a scene at the CEO’s office of Wright Construction Group. “How can
she not face the world and go into hiding? Is she pretending to be sad after Maverick’s death? Does
she think she can avoid the management rights issue of Wright Construction Group? Get her to come
now. Things must be resolved today!”
Yulia was helpless. She wanted badly to slap the sly old fox to death, but the fact that their society was
governed by the rule of law reminded her to be calm in front of others.
“Mr. Wright, Ms. Shalders has fallen sick recently. You don’t have to be so aggressive—”
Before she could finish speaking, the door of the CEO’s office was pushed open.
Dressed in a black bodycon dress, Gwendolyn looked charming yet innocent under her light makeup,
with the usual look of aloofness and arrogance in her eyes.
Without even sparing a glance at Dexter, she walked straight to the CEO’s chair with a grim face and
sat down.
“Speak.”
That single word without any emotion instantly made Dexter change his attitude.
With a smile, he walked to the chair across from Gwendolyn and sat down. The vivid memories of
being forced to drink thirty bottles of drugs and suffering the torture for ten days were still fresh in his
mind, so he only dared to make a scene behind her back.
Now that Gwendolyn had really shown up, he said in a gentle tone, “Ms. Shalders, I’m also sad that my
nephew died at such a young age. I’ve lost my appetite these few days, but I’m talking about a different
matter—”
“Cut to the chase.”
Gwendolyn knitted her brows, displeased.
“Now that he’s gone, I’m the only one from the Wright family that holds shares in Wright Construction
Group, so his shares should be transferred to me, don’t you think?”
“Says who?” Gwendolyn glanced at him. “Did you hit your head or what? You’re just his father’s
brother. Only his mother is an immediate family member who can get the shares, while you have no
right to claim them.”
Dexter did not get angry despite being ridiculed. “But she’s not good at managing a company. Look at
how Wright Construction Group ended up when it was in her hands previously. If you give her the
shares, the company will eventually end up like a hollow shell. Besides, can you really give her the
shares after being treated by her like that in the past? Well, I’m different. I can help you as I’ve already
repented and won’t fight against you again in the future!”
Gwendolyn sneered. “Look at how you put it so nicely. You’ll be the major shareholder after you get the
shares. You just want the management rights of Wright Construction Group, don’t you?”
Uh…
Dexter did not answer her. He was determined to get the management rights from her as he could not
watch the company fall into the hands of an outsider.
However, knowing that Gwendolyn was not someone to be trifled with, he had initially planned to take it
step by step.
Gwendolyn did not bother to listen to his management speak as she added straightforwardly, “Just say
it if you want it instead of repulsing me with your nonsense. Whether you can get the management
rights from me depends on your ability.”
Dexter wore a scowl on his face and said nothing for a while.
He knew that Gwendolyn, who was shrewd, would be even more wary of him in the future since she
knew his plan.
“You know what? Since you said that Frida should get Maverick’s shares, why don’t we ask her to sign
the share transfer agreement under the witness of a lawyer today?”
So what if the shares are transferred to Frida? Sooner or later, I can fool her into giving me the shares.
Things will be easier as long as the shares don’t fall into Gwendolyn’s hands.
Gwendolyn curled her lips coldly.
When she was about to respond, the door was pushed open.
Frida, who had pulled herself out of the despondency that had been gnawing away at her for the past
few days, walked into the office gracefully with her usual demeanor of a wealthy woman.
Seeing her, Dexter was overjoyed. “Hey, Frida, we were just discussing getting you to come over to
sign the agreement. Your appearance is so well-timed.”
Gwendolyn leaned back against the office chair with her arms folded across her chest indifferently, not
saying a word.
She wanted to see what stunt the two of them were going to pull.
As Frida walked over, Dexter stood up to give up his seat to her.
Without standing on ceremony, Frida gracefully sat down and looked at Dexter, saying, “It is not up to
you or me to decide how to distribute my son’s shares.”
“What do you mean, Frida?” Dexter’s expression froze.
“I’ve brought Mr. Lawson over. Maverick made a will before his death. Since everyone is present today,
it will be read out now.”
The lawyer, Benjamin Lawson, stepped forward and placed a sealed kraft paper folder on Gwendolyn’s
clean desk with both hands.
Gwendolyn glanced at it.
Maverick even made a will?
“Since it’s a will, it’ll be inappropriate for me, who is no longer a member of the Wright family, to be here
when it’s read out. I shall excuse myself.”
When she was about to get up, Frida stopped her. “You should sit back down. You’re mentioned in the
will, so you have to be present.”
Gwendolyn’s body stiffened. I can’t believe he actually mentioned me in his will.
Holding back her tears, she sat back down with an indifferent expression.
After making sure that Gwendolyn was seated, Frida turned around to look at Benjamin and said, “Go
ahead.”
Benjamin nodded. Under the watchful eyes of the three, he stepped forward to unseal the folder and
took out the will inside.
“I, Maverick Wright, the testator, declare this to be my last will for the distribution of my personal
property after my death.”
The first paragraph alone made Gwendolyn’s heart ache while her eyes uncontrollably reddened.
Clenching her fists hard, she looked down and listened to the reading of the will in silence.
Frida had also become tearful, whereas Dexter showed a token look of sadness on his face.
Under the grave atmosphere, Benjamin went on to read, “I devise and bequeath my main real estate,
shares, and other properties under my name as follows: A total of seven properties, including Sky Villa,
a house with a courtyard on Haas Avenue, and Goldport Apartment on Chance Street, to my ex-wife,
Gwendolyn Shalders. In addition, the forty-five percent shares of Wright Construction Group held by
me will be transferred to my ex-wife, Gwendolyn Shalders.”
After Benjamin was done reading out the will, Frida wiped her tears with a tissue, while Gwendolyn was
left heartbroken. He actually left all his properties to me. Am I all he thought about? Did he not even
care about Frida and Sheralyn?
However, Dexter blew up on the spot.
“What? I won’t accept this!” With anger written all over his face, he protested, “I have no objection to his
decision to give all the real estate to his ex-wife, but how can he give his forty-five percent of Wright
Construction Group’s shares to an outsider so easily? Wright Construction Group is the culmination of
Old Mr. Wright’s lifetime of hard work. This is so unfilial of him! Where does that leave Old Mr. Wright?”
If the forty-five percent of shares were really given to Gwendolyn, she would hold eighty-five percent
shares in the future, making it hard for him to take her down.
Gwendolyn had been keeping her head down all the while, neither rebutting nor speaking.
In the first place, she was not good at the real estate industry. She was exhausted physically and
mentally after managing both Wright Construction Group and Angle for some time. Just as she was
planning to leave Wright Construction Group in others’ hands, Maverick made things difficult for her by
leaving the burden of managing Wright Construction Group to her.
Amidst Dexter’s doubts, Frida wiped away her tears and said with a heavy heart, “Making a will is
Maverick’s right to make his own decisions freely. As his mother, I respect his decision.”
“What has gotten into you, Frida? Shares are not a trivial matter!”
It was driving Dexter mad.
Yet, Frida remained indifferent to his outburst. “Dexter, stop fighting. What is not yours is not yours. No
matter how hard you fight, you won’t get it.”
“You!” Dexter was furious. “How prodigal! You’ll have a lot of explaining to do when you die and see Old
Mr. Wright and my brother in the afterlife!”
With a loud snort, he left in a huff.
Frida remained silent as he scolded her, not a trace of anger on her face.
Gwendolyn shot her a strange look.
After Maverick’s funeral, Frida seemed to become a different person. Not only did she often speak up
for Gwendolyn, but she was also calmer than before when things happened.
“If you hide his will and don’t get it read out in public, his shares will be yours. We’re talking about forty-
five percent of shares here. Are you not tempted at all?”
Frida gave her a faint smile.
“I really don’t have that ability. It’s better for Wright Construction Group to be in your hands.”
Gwendolyn quietly gazed at her with narrowed eyes. “Mrs. Wright, you have suddenly changed a lot.
You’ve never spoken to me calmly before. Did Maverick tell you something in his letter at his funeral?”
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