Seemingly realizing the direction of Natalie’s thoughts, Sean’s gaze flickered imperceptibly, and he slipped his hands into his pockets. “Don’t worry. It can’t have anything to do with Thompson Group as it has long since been distributed even before Grandpa’s death. Thus, there aren’t any assets left in the will. The only thing left is a secret.”
“Another secret?” Natalie’s brows furrowed.
Sean’s insouciant expression turned solemn. “Yes, a very crucial secret. I must get my hands on it, but Grandpa didn’t tell anyone where he kept that will before he passed away. And I only learned about the existence of the will from his assistant by a stroke of luck.”
Upon hearing this, Natalie’s alluring eyes narrowed a fraction. “In that case, no one else knows about the will besides your grandfather’s assistant, much less Mr. Shane. So, why are you asking me to ferret out the will’s whereabouts from him?”
“Well, that’s a simple question. Shane had a very close relationship with Grandpa, so Grandpa definitely left him some clues about the will’s whereabouts. As long as he figures out the clues, it will come to light, no?” Sean explained smilingly.
Natalie’s lips twitched, but she said nothing. After a while, she murmured, “Let me think about it.”
“Okay. I’ll give you a day.” A flash of something flittered across Sean’s eyes as he left with a smirk on his face.
After he’d left, Natalie leaned back against the chair and massage her throbbing temples.
To be honest, I really don’t want to interfere in the matters of the Thompson family. However, he has personally sought me out, and I even owe him such a huge favor.
“Nat.” At this time, Joyce came in with a blueprint.
Placing the blueprint before Natalie, she looked at her, wanting to say something yet hesitated time and again.
At this, Natalie chuckled. “Well? Just spit it out.”
“Alright, then. Remember that you said that.” Inhaling deeply, Joyce asked, “Are Connor and Sharon really Mr. Shane’s kids?”
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