Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 358

Who, in their right mind, would consider selling their own family property to someone else at such a low price? Only a complete fool would even contemplate such a nonsensical action.

Furthermore, this approach had left Martin and the money-grubbing members of the Lincoln family feeling quite uneasy.

Crowdstar Group had officially started the liquidation process. Following its acquisition of the Lincoln Group, it had initiated a significant staff restructuring. While Martin was currently unable to address the situation with Steven, his animosity toward him must be at an all-time high.

He would certainly take action against Steven. It was just a matter of timing.

I frowned, but I still stood in front of Steven. "Mrs. Ford, regardless of Steve's actions, this is a matter for the entire Lincoln family. It's clear that your son has not been brought up well. If you hadn't kept the news under wraps so tightly, Michael would likely have become the laughingstock in Huma when Stephanie passed away."

Lois' expression turned grim as she gazed at me with deep contemplation. "Stephany, get into the car. I think you'll want to have a conversation with me."

Noticing my indifference, Lois spoke again. "When I give you a chance, you must cherish it."

I assumed Lois came to see me because of Michael. But judging from her current state, Michael's suicide should not have been life-threatening.

"Stephie..." Steven grabbed my sleeve and adamantly refused to let me go with Lois.

"Sir," Ewan also arrived, appearing somewhat apprehensive. He leaned in close to Steven's ear and whispered.

Steven's face grew somber as he cast a glance at Lois. Then, he whispered to me, "Stephie, there is an issue within the Lincoln Group. I'm going to handle it. Stay home. Don't leave with her."

Steven had sold Lincoln Group to Crowdstar Group. What might be causing Steven to feel so anxious now?

I looked at Steven, waiting for him to explain to me. As his current "wife", I was also concerned about his situation and safety. But Steven never seemed to consider my feelings as a "wife".

It felt as though I were a fragile object he held high and protected under glass, not wanting me to know anything.