Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 258

Anthony, impeccably dressed in a dignified suit, exuded an aura of rigor and meticulousness as he was escorted into the room, commanding a grand presence.

The conference room was packed with attendees, including not only members of the board of directors but also numerous shareholders, all eagerly awaiting Hoffman Group’s future direction.

After a glance around, Anthony took his usual seat, conspicuously unoccupied by anyone else.

The seating arrangement alone was the subject of much speculation.

Anthony’s features were sharp and cold, his demeanor aloof yet commanding, radiating an aura of unattainable superiority.

As his gaze met Louis, a tumultuous tension surged between them. It was impossible to conceal.

Behind the veneer of civility, a fierce battle raged with no room for pretense.

A senior director cleared his throat before saying, “Lawyer, please announce the will immediately.”

The lawyer, momentarily taken aback, glanced at Louis before standing. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am the lawyer appointed by Mr. Presley Hoffman. Allow me to announce the contents of his will,” he said.

A hush fell over the room, and everyone listened intently.

Anthony remained silent, seemingly indifferent and unfazed.

Louis‘ heart sank slightly.

He had ensured there were no loopholes in the will.

“The shares of Mr. Presley Hoffman are to be transferred entirely to Louis. Upon Louis‘ official takeover of the position of chairman, Austin will reclaim his status as the Hoffman family’s eldest son, inheriting control of the family business,” the lawyer announced.

His words echoed like thunder in the room, causing a moment of silence followed by an explosive eruption of

disbelief.

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The room buzzed with speculation. “Louis is Mr. Hoffman’s eldest son? But wasn’t he supposed to be dead?” one person asked.

“How is that possible? Anthony isn’t entitled to anything?” another asked.

“That’s right. Mr. Anthony Hoffman has been working for the company for a long time. He deserves something.” another person chimed in.

shocked voices filled the room, drowning out any attempts

a sigh

remained unusually composed, seemingly detached from

month, and you think Mr. Hoffman is leaving him all his assets? Isn’t Anthony Mr. Hoffman’s son? Everyone

had a close relationship with Presley and had

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Hoffman Group had begun to descend into chaos, a

accept.

versus pretense, everyone

Louis‘ gaze

as he looked at the man, but he didn’t get into a

but stand up and say, “I was present when Mr. Presley Hoffman made the will. It couldn’t be forged. Mr. Presley Hoffman knew he owed Mr. Fallon, so he wanted to make it up to him. Mr. Anthony Hoffman lacks nothing. I believe he would understand Mr. Presley

senior director heard that, his expression darkened as he pointed at her, saying, “Who do you

she looked

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Louis remained silent, and Anthony broke the

the conference room gradually quieted

asked in a deep voice, “Mr.

sounded cold and indifferent as he said, “You have bribed a lawyer, arranged for a woman to seduce your father, and disrupted the company’s contracts and projects. Mr. Fallon, do you want the company, or do you want to

words, everyone exchanged glances, while Paige’s

Anthony knew Louis had arranged for her to be

smile as he looked at Anthony coldly, his eyes filled with unfathomable hatred.

and noble. Does she know you have returned to

darkened significantly.

as he glared back at Anthony. He suddenly stood up, knocking

chair behind

fell silent at

already lost, no matter what you say. I’m here to take back what’s rightfully mine. The Hoffman family and Hoffman Group are mine,” Louis said. His words dripped with an

pursued her freedom and the meaning of life with great care, quickly fell in

his birth

had not been so affectionate toward him either.

Anthony, the son Presley had hoped for, and he turned out

utstanding.

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uld have!

have been Louis‘

and son duo had snatched away what belonged to

cold

conference room, and said in a low voice, “The meeting is