My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 208

As Lauren knitted a sweater, she replied, “He probably wants to discuss inheritance matters!”

Hera pouted. “Is there even a need for discussion? Just split everything up. It doesn’t matter as long as we get Baroque and they get Rococo. They can take the land that the Lewis estate is on if they want to!”

Lauren flapped the sweater she was holding. “Would be nice if that were the case!”

Stunned, Hera asked, “How else are they thinking of splitting things?”

Nash, who was driving, smiled. “Baroque Group owns the 7nm photolithography machine and has dealings with Drake Group. The future looks bright for Baroque Group, and I’m pretty sure they want to own shares in Baroque Group as well…”

Hera could already imagine the foul looks on her uncle’s family’s faces. She bit down on her lip. “My parents have poured their heart and soul into the Baroque Group for over twenty years. There’s no way we’ll let them have any shares!”

No one in the Lewis family had extended them a helping hand when the Baroque Group had fallen into a financial crisis.

Back then, her parents had worked day and night, traveling everywhere and anywhere to borrow money from those who would lend it to them.

Of course, her grandfather had assisted them since he had been the one who established all of the Lewis family’s businesses.

The company’s losses had been due to her father’s mismanagement.

However, although Hubert was his older brother, he had not given her father any help.

and mocked him

Baroque

they allow shares to

of the shares in

he passed on without writing a will, your uncle is entitled

Harrison despite her family’s protests

heart and soul into the company for over twenty

that twenty percent of shares?” Hera asked disgruntledly, her face turning

right!” Harrison sighed. “But we’ll also get twenty percent of Rococo’s shares,

want any shares of Rococo!” Hera said unhappily.

buy the twenty percent back from them!” Nash

they’ll sell it to us?” Hera

things by

nose as he spoke nonchalantly.

and said, “I’ve

you guys think?”

tiny sweater. “Who’s going to wear a sweater

what her father had said last night, she clapped a hand to her mouth and said, “Mom… you aren’t

is

crimson. “What… it’s