Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 790

Tonight, Sheila made a grand entrance, dressed in a magnificent and the gold coud gown that perfectly complemented her naturally beautiful face, making her look like the most durished princess in the castle.

As she entered, the applause from all the guests erupted.

Moreover, Sheila was a renowned celebrity.

Hence, the venue was also filled with many media reporters, and their cameras flatbed around br exquisite face, capturing every moment.

Sheila remained calm and composed, exuding the grace of an heiress, shining brightly ador the

crowd.

Some guests noticed Sheena’s absence despite her being one of the Lawson family’s daughters, but their attention was quickly diverted by Sheila’s beauty.

With Albert still unconscious, Corey became the sole head of the Lawson family. He took the mage and delivered a necessary speech, congratulating Sheila on her return banquet and preparing for the nex important mafter.

In front of all the guests, Corey announced his intention to hand over the inheritance rights to Stella.

Sheila appeared surprised and honored, graciously accepting the microphone, and modestly saying. Corey, I know you love me and want to give me everything, but I’m used to the entertainment industry. I’m really not cut out for inheriting the family business.

Her sincerity elicited laughter from many guests and media members.

to this nineteen–year–old girl’s candidness.

the applause and laughter, Sheila continued, “So, Corey, I believe the inheritance rights should go to you, the most

remained sharp, not immediately

the youngest, and our family owed you the most for everything over the years. Besides, according to Lawson family tradition, inheritance rights

believe in these traditions. I only believe in

Sheila insisted.

displaying a deep sibling bond, harmoniously insisting on

other.

Sheila’s persistent persuasion, Corey reluctantly accepted the responsibility of signing the inheritance rights document.

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approached the stage with the inheritance

and prepared to sign his name on the

“Wait a minute!”

interrupted from outside the

to drop a blot of ink, conveniently smudging the

the woman’s voice, he still looked up to

also turned their

in a fiery red gown, exuding a commanding presence even

irises on the hem swayed gracefully, accentuating her elegant and aloof