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.

moment I do that, won't you have no reason to let me go?" Vivian said,

could not help

document say that I will be handing over my freedom instead?" Vivian

this, Mercy frowned slightly, while the man looked between

does this mean?" she

become my executor of state and person," Vivian said and Mercy's face

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

fool or you think I trust you that much," Vivian laughed, adjusting her coat, "I have

her seat while completely surrounded

am very curious what you r plan was the moment I 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 not

we

your father left something of ours with

why? Don't tell me it's because you are worried Mercy. We are not friends. You conveniently forget who I am married to while

her hand to one of her men and he handed her an

the picture out and threw

had shown her the

the pictures she went

to know, Marcy how are

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

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 here Vivian,"

dangerously, "Are you sure

don't be stupid," Mercy insisted,

come as one last favor to you since we used to be friends. This is the

men

can walk out of here alive without signing?" the man in the seat leaned back

surrounded," Mercy said wit a slight

building, it is grounds to assume that I was coursed to sign. You cannot kill me. Killing me does not mean you