Chapter 251
. “Many years went by, and the woman died of illness, leaving only such a company behind. The man took care of the daughter and worked hard to manage the company while his relatives never lent him a helping hand or even shared his hardships.” Maisie lowered his eyes and scoffed. “After many years, after the girl grew up, the man wanted to hand the company to the girl, but the man’s mother brought her relative to their house and demanded the man to hand the company that the girl’s mother worked so hard to establish to her relative’s son. All that just because the mother and the relative think that a daughter of the family doesn’t have the right to inherit the family’s company.”
Of course, Madam Vanderbilt knew that the story Maisie was talking about was clearly an evasive reprimand, and her expression turned gloomy at that moment. The reporters in the audience obviously understood the underlying meaning of the story and felt that the relatives were indeed too mean.
‘All children should have the right to inherit a family’s property, and one shouldn’t be deprived of the right to get what she deserves just because she’s born a girl. What era are we living in now? This family actually still upholds such a conservative ideology that favors boys over girls?
‘Not to mention, they still plan to hand the company to a collateral relative.’
“Maisie Vanderbilt! Don’t make up stories to fool the media. You’d better explain clearly how you murdered your aunt!” Madam Vanderbilt’s voice was not loud, but all the reporters present heard it.
A reporter then asked, “Can I ask you about the murder of your aunt, Yanis Warren? “According to the information we got, you had a conflict with your relatives because of Vaenna Jewelry’s inheritance and that you’ve thought about retaliation. Could it be that you’ve accidentally killed your aunt because of an act of vengeance?”
Nolan was standing behind the curtains, and his eyes turned cold. If it weren’t for Maisie’s insistence on not allowing him to appear before the crowd, he would have rushed onto the stage and showed those b*stards a living hell on Earth. Maisie looked at the reporter. “Is there any evidence that points toward the fact that I’ve killed
her?”
As soon as Maisie said that, the reporters in the audience nodded and whispered something among themselves.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Three Little Guardian Angels