Chapter 242
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Mr. Devon was still screaming. "What does it mean that she avoids meeting other people every day? My nephew is dead, is she still pretending to be sad? Does she think she can escape the problem of managing the Tibble Group?"
"You quickly call her here. I must have an explanation for this today."
Allison wanted to slap this old fox.
But she understands that, in front of others, she needs to be calm.
"Mr. Devon, Miss. Bertha has been sick recently, why are you threatening us like that..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the door to the Chairman's office opened.
Bertha wore a tight black dress and light makeup, her face was both delicate and seductive, but inside her eyes were still as cold and arrogant as before.
She didn't even look at Mr. Devon, her face cold, walked to the Chairman's desk and sat down.
"Say."
Her one word without any emotion made Mr. Devon change his attitude immediately.
He smiled and walked to the chair opposite Bertha and sat down. The last time he was forced to drink thirty bottles of convenience and was tortured and tortured by all kinds of pain and suffering for ten days, he still remembered it as clearly as new. Yesterday, I only dared to scream silently.
When Bertha appeared, he spoke softly. "Miss. Bertha, my nephew passed away. I'm also very heartbroken. I haven't been able to eat well these past few days, but it's all because of one thing..."
"Please tell me the main problem."
Bertha frowned, not happy.
"He's dead. The only person in Tibble's family who holds Tibble Corporation shares is me, so should his shares be in my name?"
"Who said that?"
Bertha glanced at him. "Is there something wrong with your brain? You're just his father's younger brother, and his mother is a direct relative. Even if the property is divided with Mrs. Victoria, it won't be your turn."
"But…"
Being ridiculed, Mr. Devon wasn't angry either. "My sister-in-law is not good at business. Tibble Corporation was ruined by her before. If you give her shares, it will be like an empty barrel. Not to mention she treated you like that before. Do you still agree? I'm different, I can help you, not to mention I've repented, I won't confront you anymore."
Bertha sneered. "You make it sound so easy. If you have these shares, you will be the company's largest shareholder. You just want the management rights of Tibble Corporation, right?"
Mr. Devon couldn't say anything, he had to keep the management authority, after all, he couldn't watch Tibble's family fall into the hands of outsiders.
But he also knew that Bertha was not someone who would be easily angered. Initially, he intended to take a shortcut strategy, going step by step.
Bertha spoke directly. "Just say whatever you want, don't beat around the bush and make me nauseous. Whether or not you can take away my management rights depends on your ability."
Mr. Devon's face darkened, he was silent for a moment.
He knew Bertha was very clever, if she knew his plan, in the future, she would be more wary of him.
"Otherwise, Mrs. Victoria should take my nephew's shares, so today in the presence of a lawyer, will you let her sign the share transfer?"
If Derek's shares are in the hands of Mrs. Victoria, sooner or later he can take it back to him. As long as the shares do not fall into this woman's hands, everything will be very easy to resolve.
Bertha coldly curled her lips.
She was about to answer when the door to the president's office was pushed open.
Mrs. Victoria changed her depressed appearance from many days ago, her whole body completely took on the demeanor of a lady like before, and she leisurely walked into the office.
When Mr. Devon saw her, he was very happy. "Oh, you came just in time as we were talking about asking you to come here to sign, transferring Derek's shares."
Bertha indifferently hid her hand, she leaned back in her office chair, without saying a word.
She wanted to see what the two of them would do.
Seeing Mrs. Victoria come over, Mr. Devon stood up to make room for her.
Mrs. Victoria leisurely sat down, she opened her mouth to speak to Mr. Devon. "How my son's shares are divided is not up to you and me to decide."
'Sister-in-law, what do you mean?" Mr. Devon's face stiffened.
"I brought a lawyer here. Before my son died, he made a will. Since everyone is here today, I officially read his will."
The lawyer stepped forward, placing a sealed cement paper bag with both hands on Bertha's clean, off-white desk.
Bertha glanced over.
Derek made a will?
"If it's a will, then I'm no longer a member of the Tibble family. There's no point in me sitting here. You guys just keep working."
She tried to stand up, but Mrs. Victoria stopped her. "You sit down, you are mentioned in my son's will, you must be present."
Bertha was stunned, he even mentioned her in his will.
She tried to suppress the bitter feeling in her eyes, coldly sitting back down on the chair.
Mrs. Victoria looked at Bertha sitting and then she looked at the lawyer behind her. "You begin."
The lawyer nodded. Under the attentive gaze of the three of them, he walked over and opened the cement paper bag, taking out the wall inside.
"The person who made the will is Derek because to handle the division of private property after death, he specifically made the following will."
Just after hearing a sentence, Bertha's heart began to pound, her eyes turned red.
She clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and listened silently.
In the eyes of Mrs. Victoria also had tears in her eyes, and Mr. Devon also showed symbolic sadness.
In this extremely heavy atmosphere, the lawyer continued reading. "I will dispose of all principal real estate, shares, and other assets in my name as follows: A total of seven properties, all owned by my ex-wife, Miss. Bertha. In addition, 45% of the shares in Tibble Corporation in my name belong to my ex-wife, Miss Bertha..."
