Let Me Stay The Night Novel (Christina and Nathaniel)

Chapter 602 Bury The Hatchet

When Christina entered the living room, she saw a man in formal attire sitting on the couch. There was also a stack of documents placed on the coffee table in front of the man.

Hearing the commotion, the man lifted his head to turn toward Christina. After that, he rose to his feet and bowed respectfully. “Ms. Steele, I’m Jasper Miller. I believe we’ve met a couple of times prior to this. I’m here because Mr. Gibson asked me to bring something to you.”

Christina walked up to him and sat across from him. “Have a seat. However, you ought to make it fast. because I’m heading out in a bit.”

Jasper nodded and pushed the documents toward Christina. “These are property transfer agreements. Mr. Gibson had already transferred all his assets to you. All you need to do now is sign the agreements.”

Christina glanced at the documents nonchalantly and remained unfazed. “I returned him everything, didn’t I? I don’t want his assets.”

“After serious consideration, Mr. Gibson decided to accept your proposal. The Gibson family will split up. Mr. Gibson thought it was only right for him to let you inherit his assets because you’re his only child. Mr. Gibson wants you to accept this,” Jasper uttered.

Christina picked up the stack of documents and flipped through them. These are Gibson Corporation’s shares, properties, cars, and whatnot. There are hundreds of million worth of assets here. If I accept this, I’ll be a wealthy woman right away. However, if I accept the money, it’ll mean I’m returning to the Gibson family, and I’ll have to get involved in the intense fight for assets with the rest of the members of the Gibson family.

With that in mind, Christina lifted her head to glance at Jasper. “Why didn’t he visit me personally?”

“Mr. Gibson has returned to Hallsbay to deal with the matter regarding the breaking up of the Gibson family. While he’s at it, he’ll be relocating his late wife’s grave. The day after tomorrow is an auspicious day to visit the grave.” Jasper gazed at her intently.

Christina knew what Jasper meant and smiled. “As expected of my dad’s trusted aide. You know exactly what’s on his mind, don’t you?” she praised.

Jasper flashed a faint smile in response. “You flatter me, Ms. Steele. It’s my job to relieve Mr. Gibson of his troubles.”

Christina picked up a pen and signed the agreements before passing them back to Jasper. “Now, you can report back to Mr. Gibson.”

Jasper took the document from her and stood up. “I’ll see you in Hallsbay, Ms. Steele.”

With that, he turned around and left without waiting for Christina’s reply about whether she would be going to Hallsbay the day after tomorrow.

Christina then raised her brow and turned toward the butler. “Please help me book a flight ticket to -Hallsbay. I’ll go there the day after tomorrow.”

“Understood.” The butler lowered his eyes.

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