Clayton thought, 'My well-behaved little brother was only rebellious in the last period of his life... Liam probably suddenly realized that his existence was not as prestigious as he imagined...'
Clayton's eyes suddenly turned red.
"I don't want your shares. You may leave."
Clayton's voice was cold as he asked Liam's mother to leave.
The woman froze for a moment.
She stood up. "Just think of Michael. Don't reject it."
That was all she could do.
She had long wanted to add insult to injury to the Sloan family, but she did not get the chance.
After saying that, she stubbed out the cigarette in her hand, turned around, and left the office.
Clayton looked at the document in his hand. His heart was so heavy that he could not speak.
The assistant came in, looked at Clayton's depressed face, and sighed.
"It's been so many years. She must've come with a motive."
As he said this, he saw the document on Clayton’s
desk.
He faintly froze.
"This woman has such a big trick up her sleeve..."
The sourness in Clayton's nose had not faded completely.
Clayton still looked calm as usual.
"Well, it's for Michael. It'll be officially transferred to his name when he becomes an adult."
Clayton closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
Before Liam died, he did not even get to see his mother, but he still thought that his mother loved him very much.
Nighttime.
Gremlin Club.
The private room was filled with the sound of drinking and laughter.
The people inside were all gentries in the circle who had a good relationship with Eric.
Keith organized this get-together, so he came early.
As soon as Colton White came in, he swept a glance and came up next to Keith.
"Is Ferg really coming? He hasn’t attended our gatherings in a long time."
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