Chapter 164
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Dalziel walked out of the court, a woman was waiting before him.
As soon as she saw him, she jumped into his arms and hugged him.
"Dalziel, you're finally divorced."
Dalziel wasn't interested in the woman in his arms, he just said calmly: "Let's go, I still have things to do."
These past few days, the company had been controlled by that Heulwen guy, that old man had given all the power to an outsider and wouldn't let him interfere, he had endured enough, today was the time for him to take it all back.
Now there was nothing that could stop him anymore, he should also deal with that old man.
The woman in his arms looked happy and smugly at Winifred, hugging him tightly without letting go.
Winifred only felt disgusted, she glanced at the woman, feeling that her face was a bit familiar, like, like Daisy, that's right, no matter how she looked at it, this woman looked like Daisy.
Wait… If she remembered correctly, Daisy also had a half-sister, wasn't it her?
Winifred looked at Yaretzi a little more, in Yaretzi's eyes, her eyes were filled with jealousy. Until Dalziel's car left, Winifred withdrew her gaze, looking at that girl, she remembered Daisy, Heulwen said he had arranged for her but didn't say how she was, she was a little worried at this moment. Winifred didn't think much, got in the car, and left the place.
—Drkov's house. Since Daisy and her assistant went missing two days ago, Mr. Drkov was not worried at all, on the contrary, he was extremely angry because he knew that Daisy's accident was arranged by Dalziel.
That bastard killed his nephew and now wanted to kill his granddaughter-in-law and great-grandson, how could he bear it?
At this moment, Mr. Drkov was sitting in a room, facing a prestigious lawyer that Heulwen had found for him. Today, he wanted to complete the procedures for transferring shares to Daisy and the baby in her womb.
"Mr. Drkov, the paperwork is done, there are some more matters I want to talk to you about..."
While the lawyer was still talking, Mr. Drkov's room door was suddenly broken.
Both Mr. Drkov and the lawyer were startled and looked towards the door. 'Dalziel, what are you doing, what kind of people are they, who allowed you to bring them in here, get lost." Mr. Drkov looked at Dalziel and the people behind him, angrily scolding.
'I brought my subordinates here to see you off, old man."
Dalziel said with disdain.
Then, he went to the table, picked up the transfer paper, read a few lines, tore it into a hundred pieces, and said with a cold laugh: 'Daisy is dead, it's useless for you to transfer, instead of transferring to the dead, wouldn't it be better to transfer to your only remaining grandchild?"
'Even if I die, I won't let the company fall into your hands, you scoundrel, get out of here." Mr. Drkov was so angry that his face turned pale, and the lawyer sitting opposite him had already started to sweat.
He hurriedly said: 'Mr. Drkov, I... I still have some things to do, please allow me to leave."
'Okay, lawyer, I apologize for letting you see this scene, you go first, I will talk to you somewhere else tomorrow." Mr. Drkov also said anxiously.
'Tomorrow? Haha, there is no tomorrow, old man, as for the lawyer, you just sit here, we still have things to ask you to help us with." Dalziel grinned and said.
The lawyer looked at Mr. Drkov with fear, now he just wanted to leave immediately.
'Lawyer, you go first." Mr. Drkov said softly.
Hearing this, he ran to the door but was stopped by Dalziel's subordinates.
'Dalziel, let the lawyer go." Mr. Drkov roared, he was quite angry with him.
'I told him to stay," Dalziel said disdainfully.
'Stay for what?"
'To do the procedures for transferring shares for me," Dalziel stated his intention.
'No way," Mr. Drkov said through gritted teeth.
'You have no choice, my subordinates here can take action at any time, if you want to keep this old life, then quickly do as I say, transfer all the company shares to me and leave this house to my mother," Dalziel said with bared teeth.
'What you said will never happen, don't even dream about it." Mr. Drkov coldly replied.
'I told you, this is my decision, you have no right to object." After saying that, he signaled to a man standing outside the door. That man stepped forward and pulled out a knife from his body and held it to Mr. Drkov's neck, this action of his made the lawyer tremble with fear.
Dalziel looked at the lawyer and said, 'If you don't want to put a knife to your throat like he did, then do as I say, and when I'm done, I'll release you and give you a handsome reward."Then he looked at Mr. Drkov with a triumphant expression and said, "Come on, old man, quickly take a pen and write me a transfer paper."
"Do you think I'll be afraid of you if someone puts a knife to my neck? If I don't kill you, can you kill me?" Mr. Drkov sneered.
Daniel said confidently, "There's nothing impossible. If you don't write it, I'll find someone to write it in your handwriting and then get a stamp from you, it's very simple."
"You..."
"If you don't want two corpses here, do it for me," Dalziel threatened.
"Mr. Drkov, I... I don't want to die." The lawyer looked at Mr. Drkov with a pitiful expression. He only came here to do paperwork, why did he fall into a situation where someone else threatened to kill him?
Mr. Drkov looked at Dalziel and wanted to call his subordinates out, but he laughed loudly and said: "Don't waste your energy, your bodyguards have already been dealt with by my subordinates, even if you shout until your voice is hoarse, it's useless."
"Dalziel, stop before it's too late" Mr. Drkov also warned.
"I've done it, I have to do it to the end, old man, don't talk too much, write it." Dalziel didn't pay attention to his warning, he just wanted to complete his goal, to become the master of the Drkov family and the Drkov Group, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Okay, I'll write it, but you still didn't get what you wanted." Mr. Drkov finished speaking and shouted again: "Put the knife away." The man holding the knife to Mr. Drkov's neck looked at Dalziel again, and seeing him nod, he put the knife away.
