Chapter 243
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Mr. Devon was angry on the spot.
"What? I don't agree."
His face turned black and he protested in a low voice.
"He wants to hand over all real estate to his ex-wife, I have no objections, but how can you arbitrarily hand over 45% of Tibble Corporation's shares to outsiders? Tibble Corporation is my brother's lifelong passion, this is why he was disloyal. Where did he put his father?"
If 45% of the shares were assigned to this woman, she would later hold 85% of the large shares, which would make it very difficult for him to get rid of her.
Bertha bowed her head from beginning to end, she neither objected nor spoke.
She was not knowledgeable about the real estate industry. A few days ago, she was still running Tibble Corporation with Angle, and her strength was exhausted. She wanted to hand over Tibble Corporation to a member of Tibble's house, but Derek left her with such a big problem, that immediately the burden of Tibble Corporation fell on her shoulders.
In response to Mr. Devon, Mrs. Victoria wiped away her tears and opened her mouth in a heavy mood.
"Making a will is a right that my son can freely decide, my son has decided this, I am his mother, and I will respect my son's choice."
"Sister-in-law, you are so stupid. This is not a small matter."
Mr. Devon is going crazy.
Time after time, Mrs. Victoria remained calm. "Devon, don't fight, what's not yours isn't yours. Even if you fight, you can't have it."
Mr. Devon is about to get angry. "Let me see how you can get underground and explain to my brother later."
He got angry and left.
Mrs. Victoria let him scold her, there was no anger on her face.
Bertha felt strange and looked at her.
Since Derek's funeral, Mrs. Victoria seemed to have transformed into a different person. Not only did she often talk to Bertha, but when she was in trouble, she also remained calmer than before.
"If you hide this well today and don't read it in front of everyone, then his shares will be yours. This is 45% of the shares. Don't you have any regrets?"
Mrs. Victoria laughed lightly.
'I don't have that ability, Tibble Corporation is better in your hands."
Bertha squinted her eyes, she silently stared at the old woman. "Mrs. Victoria, you suddenly changed a lot. You've never talked to me calmly before. Was it during the funeral that Derek's suicide note told you something?"
Mrs. Victoria's face stiffened.
She lowered her head, slightly avoiding Bertha's eyes, and said with a bitter smile. "He didn't say anything, he just told me to take good care of you."
Bertha frowned, her expression was very serious, and it was obvious that she did not believe what she said.
Mrs. Victoria continued. "Actually, about Derek's death, I don't blame you, it's all my fault. If I hadn't treated you harshly before, but treated you well, maybe you wouldn't be discouraged and want a divorce, Derek wouldn't try to rekindle the relationship because of that..."
She couldn't speak anymore, her tears fell again.
Bertha gave her a box of tissues, the corners of her eyes turned red again, and her throat choked. 'Whether you are sincere this time or not, the day after tomorrow I will personally come to your house and return the house to you."
"Really?"
Mrs. Victoria cried even harder. "I'm sorry, you're a good girl, it's all my fault. I didn't know how to appreciate you before, I'm sorry."
Bertha opened her mouth, her tone gentle.
"I'm not short of money, nor short of a house, so you don't need to thank me. The hatred between you and I, Derek has already helped you pay it off."
Mrs. Victoria felt even more guilty, she cried so much that her back twitched.
Bertha saw her crying so pitifully. She walked over and gently patted her back, helping her breathe. Bertha continued. "I accept his will, but I no longer have the strength to manage Tibble Corporation."
Mrs. Victoria stopped crying, she raised her head to look at Bertha. "So are you going to..."
She was steadfast and unwavering. 'If you trust me, just be more ruthless next time."
"How do you want to do it?"
"The day after tomorrow, you will know."
Mrs. Victoria looked at Bertha, in her heart she was both suspicious and vague and had some expectation.
Now, she regrets pushing such a good daughter-in-law out, but no matter how much she talks, it's of no use.
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In the past two days, Bertha asked someone to find the best aristocratic etiquette teacher in City X. She brought four bodyguards along with the etiquette teacher to Mrs. Victoria.
Mrs. Victoria and Rose were still dressed as housemaids and when Bertha arrived, they were cleaning.
During this period, the two of them have settled down a lot. The servants who used to get angry with them have recently stopped causing trouble for them.
Bertha sat in the main chair in the living room drinking tea, on the tea table was the house's real estate transfer agreement.
After Mrs. Victoria came in, Bertha told her to sit down on the small sofa next to her.
As soon as Rose walked in and saw Bertha, she screamed. "You son of a bitch. You don't even know shame, you dare to come to my house. Tibble's family's existence today is all because of you. You..."
"Shut."
Mrs. Victoria scolded her sternly.
Rose was very depressed. "Mom, what medicine did you take recently? I only scolded her twice? But you said it for her. Are you my mother?"
Mrs. Victoria sighed, she regretted not raising Rose well, she didn't pay attention to her daughter anymore.
Bertha was not angry and asked calmly. "You can scold me all you want, but wait until I finish speaking."
'She will let me scold her as I please?'
