The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 280: I am a Shaw

As she read through the clause about the her executor of state and person transferred to Mercy, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

If Mercy became her executor of person, it would take but one coma, for her to be taken away. One burst of anger for Mercy to have her admitted at a mental hospital. She did not believe Mercy could be so cruel.

But she was glad she was awake. If she had been played this long, it would be too shameful.

She hoped Mathew was wrong, but she doubted it he was. He was rarely every wrong, unless he had to throw his wife under bus as bait.

By the time she arrived at the location, Vivian's nerves were stretched to their breaking point.

But for some reason, her hands that had been shaking all the way there, stilled.

As she stepped out of the car and found herself face to face with a row of men in dark suits. Mercy stood at the corner staring at her.

Mercy raised a brow at the entourage following her, before chucking lightly and leaning her in.

Vivian tried hard to calm her nerves before walking over. She nodded at Mercy and she led her into the building to a conference room. There, a man in a dark suit sat at the head of the table.

"You are the Head of the 12 guns?" Vivian asked.

"Is this relevant? Sit. Vivian, right? Tea or coffee," the man asked.

"I prefer to get this done with. Let me see the contract," Vivian said.

The man nodded to Mercy and she passed a document to her. When Vivian saw the document, she paused.

It was just as Mathew had given her. If she handed over her signature, she would die.

Vivian's hands shook lightly as she tried to calm herself.

do that, won't you have no reason to let me go?" Vivian said, looking at both of them with ridicule. "Vivian, don't be

not

this document say that I will

the man looked between them with a

does this mean?" she

document says you will become my executor of state and person," Vivian said

that a bad thing? This is just a guarantee. With me, would the Shaw be

don't know if you think I am a fool or you think I trust you that much," Vivian laughed, adjusting her coat, "I have a husband, why

in her seat while completely

signed that document. Would you have claimed that I got injured and need to move hospitals or were you planning to have me admitted somewhere as a mental patient?" Vivian asked. "Overthinking is

we are,"

are only here because your father left something of ours with

it's because you are worried Mercy. We are not friends. You conveniently forget who I am married to while saying I am not important. But throw around clause to take away my freedom, fine. Let us

one of her men and he handed her an

the picture out and threw them towards

had shown

saw the pictures

I wanted to know, Marcy how are you related to

don't know him," Mercy answered. She had always thought no matter how much of a tantrum Vivian was throwing that this was the Vivian she had known since childhood. Vivian would never turn against her. But now she was not so

Vivian asked. She did not think it was a coincidence that Mercy and the man who killed her father had the same surname. Mercy frowned, trying to get back control, "That is not why we are

sign?" the man asked dangerously, "Are you

Mercy insisted, "Just sign

used to be friends.

moment she did, the men

without signing?" the man in the seat

a slight frown, "Sit back down and

gun shot escapes this building, it is grounds to assume that I was coursed to sign. You cannot kill me.