Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

“I trust you, Miss Moon. The documents in here aren’t copies but the real thing. If you don’t believe me, I’m sure there’s people on your side who can verify if they have any problems or not? Once you’ve confirmed it, we can trade right away. This has to be quick and efficient. If the other Simpsons find out, the stocks won’t fly.”

Sierra was both pleased and cautious with how direct Randy was.

There was no such thing as a free lunch, and she wasn’t dumb enough to think that Randy was giving it to her this selflessly.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get the half you’re promised. My money is where my mouth is. I’ve got a buyer ready. If the documents are good, I’ll sell right away. By then, I’ll send the money to your account as we agreed earlier. It won’t do any good to linger, so I’m leaving.”

Sierra said, then stood and left. Randy sat there in the park basking under the sun.

The winter sunlight was warm. It was dry in the north and not too humid, making people feel lazy and restful.

Seeing Sierra get a good distance away, Randy stood and took off his mask and cap.

As for Sierra, she left the park and got directly on a car coming to pick her up.

The moment she got on, Jayson, sitting inside, spoke.

“Show me the documents.”

Sierra handed them over to Jayson. Having been a lawyer himself, he didn’t need someone else to help him with verification.

He leafed through the documents for about half an hour before lifting his head at Sierra.

“These documents are good. Even if there’s any problems, if we sell them right away, we can take the money and run. The buyer’s in D City already. I need to make some arrangements. Get in contact with Randy and have him leave tomorrow. By then, have him keep his phone online. I’ll tell him where to wait for us, and we can go see the buyer personally.”

Sierra heaved a sigh of relief. There was a way out after all.

Randy did have some ability to predict that the will would fail and finally managed to move the assets.

Having gotten this far, getting Robert’s full properties was impossible.

But with the zeroes from this alone, they could still live the rest of their lives out in luxury.

car at a crossroads, then called for another car to get back

arrived outside the Simpson estate, a gang of reporters rushed

what they’re saying online true? Is Georgia Lane Robert Simpson’s true wife, and you’re not actually married

I have

to open the door and go in, but

if you’re not Robert’s wife, why are

you Georgia Lane’s front, Miss Moon? Why else would Robert claim that he was married to you, when he’s really married

Moon, are you the third person between

Robert not leaving you a bit of inheritance and even keeping the title

her with questions. Enraged, Sierra up

and I’ll have security haul you out! Security, eject these reporters

came over and blocked off the reporters in front of

that many bodyguards and servants

asked the people

all this? Why’s so many people

on

paying the bodyguards to

furious and demanded all the cleaning servants

Miss Moon. There’s nobody left in the kitchen. They felt that since you aren’t Mr. Simpson’s wife or his inheritor, nobody thinks it’s necessary to stay and serve

the servant picked up her bag of belongings and went towards the

slapped the servant

middle-aged woman in her forties. At

still think you’re a lady of the Simpson family? You’re nothing. Soon Miss Lane will come back into this mansion and kick you out. By then, if I just told Miss Lane that you slapped me, maybe she’d make it up to me with a reward. As for you, you’re just trash who couldn’t even manage to be a

servant said that,

from rage. She kicked the tea table in front of her over, but the

toppled to the ground, shrieking, babbling insults at Robert

Sierra wanted to get a knife and go end

few billions, and she had to grin and

nails digging into her palm and sending droplets