Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 122

1 began to wonder if Ignatius was afraid of Steven.

"It seems like even Ignatius doesn't find it easy to hand over the company to a fool." Martin chuckled.

I frowned, leaning in to whisper to Ignatius, "Grandpa, you don't want your hard-earned empire to be snatched away by someone with wolfish ambitions, do you?"

Ignatius's gaze stiffened, and he slowly nodded in Ewan's direction.

Ignatius finally agreed to let Steven lead the company.

Martin cast a furious glare at Dax and muttered, "He's just a fool. Let's see how long he can last in the company."

"Do you mean Ignatius would rather hand the company to that fool rather than give us even a small share?" Outside the door, other relatives still clung to hope for a share of the inheritance. I glanced at Steven, signaling him to relax. "I'll help you."

Steven didn't say anything. He held my hand, wanting me to stay with him.

"How could Ignatius leave such a huge family business to a fool? Can a fool even manage the company? It's ridiculous. I think he's gone senile," someone remarked outside.

"Is he even thinking clearly?"

Outside, there was a commotion.

Steven and I walked out, looking at those people.

"Grandpa's just sick, not gone. He'll get better with treatment. The Lincoln family is just facing a small problem. Are you all that eager to divide the inheritance?" I asked coldly. "If you upset Grandpa, you won't get a single share."

They looked over, seemingly stunned by my words.

They didn't seem to expect Stephany, who was rumored to be timid and obedient, to suddenly

become assertive.

"I always thought you were timid, but now things seem more complex," Dax sneered, glancing

at me.

The others fell silent and followed Martin out.

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After everyone left, I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Steven. "You're too impulsive. Why did you say you want to take over the company? Can you handle it? They'll definitely make things difficult for you, and you won't even last a day."

I was certain that the company had undergone a significant internal restructuring, with most of the employees likely Martin's men..

Steven looked at me and fell silent.

I felt a headache coming on. I hadn't even sorted out the matter of the murderer yet, and now I was getting dragged into the power struggle of the Lincoln family.

"Mrs. Lincoln, although Mr. Lincoln has agreed to join the company, I still have to remind you that this isn't a simple matter," Ewan came out after putting Ignatius to bed.

He adjusted his glasses and looked at me. "The Lincoln Group is working with the Ford Group. Tomorrow's meeting is with Michael Ford, the president. If it goes well, it'll help the young sir assert himself in the company."

I was taken aback for a moment and instinctively looked up at Steven.

It was quite coincidental that we had to collaborate with that lunatic again.

Steven's expression darkened, and he glared angrily at Ewan. "Enough!"

Clearly, he didn't want me to have any contact with Michael.

But Ewan seemed oblivious. "If you can't secure this collaboration, it'll be difficult to gain credibility within the company."

This marked the most critical initial step for Steven in taking charge of the company.

"I'll accompany you to the company tomorrow." After a moment of silence, I made up my mind to help Steven in this matter.

"You don't need to," Steven whispered before heading upstairs. He was clearly upset.