Spoil My Sweet Window

Spoil My Sweet Widow Novel Chapter 210

Sitting in the conference room, Mark looked coldly at the high-level executives in front of him and said, “Harold is dead! Since he is dead, I should take over the company. What do you mean by holding on to the power? Do you want to rebel?”

All the high-level executives were speechless.

What a joke. They also wanted Harold to really be dead. That way, they wouldn’t have to hold scary.

management meetings.

Seeing that no one was talking, Mark became even angrier. He slammed the table and said, “What do you mean by this? Are you all deaf?”

Finally, someone said, “Mr. White, although the White family’s funeral ceremony has caused a sensation, Master White’s death certificate hasn’t been registered yet. Now the biggest shareholder of the company is still Master White. You didn’t get his shares, so we naturally won’t hand over the power to you.”

Mark frowned and said, “It’s just a matter of time.”

“Mr. White, please get the shares first before you come back to the board of directors to discuss this matter.” A senior executive stood up and said, “We have other things to do, so we have to go. first.”

Mark’s face was livid with anger.

He had thought that after Harold’s death, he would definitely be able to take over the White Group. However, he hadn’t thought that after so many days, he wouldn’t even be able to gain any authority. He said angrily, “Look at how protective you are. Those who don’t know the truth will think that.

Harold is still alive!”

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

Good heavens, this person was actually smart this time?

However, Mark was only venting his anger. He was very confident in Harold’s death. After all, that person was so capable that he would not fail.

Luke stood outside the meeting room, nodded to the high-level executives, and turned to go. upstairs.

Harold leaned back in his chair and looked at the documents on his computer. Luke knocked on the door and came in. He shook his head and said, “I’m afraid I can’t find any useful clues from him.”

The pen in Harold’s hand was placed on the table. He sneered and said, “What an idiot! He’s been used by others and still doesn’t even know who they are.”

Luke said, “The person behind the scenes didn’t even reveal his identity, but Mark trusted him so much. It can be seen that the other party is really powerful.”

Harold looked down casually at his fingers. His voice was very light. “No matter who he is, if he wants to scheme against me, he has to live to enjoy this blessing.”

Luke thought of something and said, “Speaking of which, tonight is the day of your burial.”

Harold was confused.

Luke coughed and said, “According to tradition, burial is usually in the early morning. But recently,

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the Old Madam has made a big fuss about superstition, saying that you have a strong evil spirit. If you can’t be buried in the early morning, you have to be buried in the middle of the night to be purified.”

Harold was speechless.

Harold said, “I didn’t know who Mark inherited his IQ from. Now it seems that I’ve found the answer.”

Luke was speechless.

“So, Crystal went back?”

“Yes.” Luke said, “After all, the funeral is a big thing. The Old Madam went to the Flower Land to

invite her personally, so I didn’t stop her.”

Harold paused. “In person?” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Luke was stunned. “What’s wrong?”

“She personally went to invite someone.” Harold narrowed his eyes slightly. “She never does anything that would ruin her status.”

Luke said, “I guess she’s probably afraid that I won’t allow it if someone else goes.”

Harold took a look at the night scene outside the window. It was almost nine o’clock in the evening, and the neon lights were flashing.

He suddenly stood up, picked up the coat in the closet, and said coldly, “Let’s go back to the old

manor.”