“I trust you, Miss Moon. The documents in here aren’t copies but the real thing. If you don’t believe me, I’m sure there’s people on your side who can verify if they have any problems or not? Once you’ve confirmed it, we can trade right away. This has to be quick and efficient. If the other Simpsons find out, the stocks won’t fly.”
Sierra was both pleased and cautious with how direct Randy was.
There was no such thing as a free lunch, and she wasn’t dumb enough to think that Randy was giving it to her this selflessly.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get the half you’re promised. My money is where my mouth is. I’ve got a buyer ready. If the documents are good, I’ll sell right away. By then, I’ll send the money to your account as we agreed earlier. It won’t do any good to linger, so I’m leaving.”
Sierra said, then stood and left. Randy sat there in the park basking under the sun.
The winter sunlight was warm. It was dry in the north and not too humid, making people feel lazy and restful.
Seeing Sierra get a good distance away, Randy stood and took off his mask and cap.
As for Sierra, she left the park and got directly on a car coming to pick her up.
The moment she got on, Jayson, sitting inside, spoke.
“Show me the documents.”
Sierra handed them over to Jayson. Having been a lawyer himself, he didn’t need someone else to help him with verification.
He leafed through the documents for about half an hour before lifting his head at Sierra.
“These documents are good. Even if there’s any problems, if we sell them right away, we can take the money and run. The buyer’s in D City already. I need to make some arrangements. Get in contact with Randy and have him leave tomorrow. By then, have him keep his phone online. I’ll tell him where to wait for us, and we can go see the buyer personally.”
Sierra heaved a sigh of relief. There was a way out after all.
Randy did have some ability to predict that the will would fail and finally managed to move the assets.
Having gotten this far, getting Robert’s full properties was impossible.
But with the zeroes from this alone, they could still live the rest of their lives out in luxury.
Sierra got out of the car at a crossroads, then called for another car to get back to the mansion.
But the moment she arrived outside the Simpson estate, a gang of reporters rushed over and started interviewing her.
“Miss Moon, is what they’re saying online true? Is Georgia Lane Robert Simpson’s true wife, and you’re not actually married to him?”
“Move aside, I have no comment!”
Sierra prepared to open the door and go in, but the reporters had surrounded her.
“Please explain, Miss Moon, if you’re not Robert’s wife, why are you still living in this mansion?”
“Are you Georgia Lane’s front, Miss Moon? Why else would Robert claim that he was married to you, when he’s really married to Georgia?”
“Miss Moon, are you the third person between Georgia and Robert? Or are you Robert’s mistress?”
“Miss Moon, what do you think about Robert not leaving you a bit of inheritance and even keeping the title of his wife for Georgia?”
The reporters surrounded Sierra and all peppered her with questions. Enraged, Sierra up and slapped the nearest reporter.
“Get out! Keep yapping here, and I’ll have security haul you out! Security, eject these reporters from the premises!”
A few bodyguards came over and blocked off the reporters in front of Sierra.
Sierra walked in and found there weren’t that many bodyguards and servants left in the mansion.
She asked the people who’d stayed, confused.
“What’s all this? Why’s so many people gone from the house?”
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