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.

drawn to this nineteen–year–old

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

sharp, not

everything over the years. Besides, according to Lawson family

in these traditions. I only believe in meritocracy. Please, stop

Sheila insisted.

deep sibling bond, harmoniously insisting on yielding to each

other.

persistent persuasion, Corey reluctantly accepted the responsibility

Chapter 790

lawyer, Ricky, approached the stage with the inheritance document.

and prepared to sign his name on the

“Wait a minute!”

suddenly interrupted from outside the mansion’s gate.

the pen tip to drop a blot of ink, conveniently smudging the spot

recognized the woman’s voice, he still looked up

guests below also turned their

in a fiery red gown, exuding a commanding presence even without

the hem swayed gracefully, accentuating her elegant and aloof