Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 475 - Shares in the hands of the young

Chapter 475: Chapter 475: Shares in the hands of the young mistress?

Chapter 475 -475: Shares in the hands of the young mistress?

Brandon Piers’ words made Abigail realize why she had come. She stepped forward and handed the share agreement to Brandon. “I’ve always wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t find the opportunity.”

“Hmm?” Brandon was unaware of what it was. He casually opened the document, slightly stunned. He looked up at Abigail, then at the text above, confirming he hadn’t misread it. His mouth slightly agape, he asked, “How do you have this?”

“Oh, it’s always been with me,” Abigail replied calmly.

Brandon didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Kelvin Max didn’t understand what the Second Master and Madam were discussing. But the situation was urgent, and they had to find a way to seize the initiative. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward. “Second Master, why don’t we make a move too? If we wait until the Third Master returns… it might be too late. Also, about the Midsummer Trust, I can make another trip.”

“No need,” Brandon waved his hand.

Kelvin became anxious. “Second Master, I know this was a negligence on Brother’s part, but you can’t give up just like that. Considering the Third Master’s personality, if we take a step back, he might take two steps forward. We can’t allow this.”

Brandon glanced at the anxious Kelvin but didn’t speak. He handed the agreement that Abigail had just given him to Kelvin.

Kelvin didn’t understand the situation. He was secretly annoyed. Considering the timing, how could he have the mind to look at unrelated documents? Nevertheless, he knew his position. Though worried, he took it anyway. Just one glance made him lose his composure. He looked at Brandon in disbelief, then at Abigail. “Is this… true?”

How could it be like this? This was different from the investigation’s results!

“Black and white, what do you think?” Brandon retorted.

Kelvin didn’t disbelieve it; he just couldn’t believe such a good thing had happened. Normally a composed and gentle person, he almost lost his poise. “So, the remaining five percent of Piers’ shares isn’t with the Midsummer Fund, but under Madam’s name. This is great!”

“What?” Kennan Max was also surprised. He quickly took the agreement from his brother’s hands, glanced at it briefly, and his usually wooden face finally showed some expression. “So, the shares really are in Madam’s hands.”

Calculating this way, even if Master Piers, after acquiring the remaining shares from smaller shareholders, colludes with the second branch, they still would not possess as many shares as the Second Master and Madam together. Altogether, they had fifty-three percent, equating to absolute control.

The previously tense atmosphere in the study changed instantly because of Abigail’s agreement.

Abigail also realized that their previous worries were likely about the shares.

“These shares are of no use to me, so I didn’t pay attention. If you need them, I can sign the transfer agreement right now,” Abigail said, looking at everyone. These shares indeed had no practical use for her.

Money—the previous dividends—she likely wouldn’t spend in a lifetime. Plus, she could make money herself.

Power—she had no interest in being a Piers shareholder.

So these shares were just lifeless objects in her hands, but it would be different in Brandon’s hands.

Abigail’s words made everyone in the room look at her again.

Five percent of Piers’ shares didn’t just mean enormous wealth; it represented status and a ticket to Gills City’s high society.

Otherwise, the Taylor mother and daughter wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to get it.

Piers’ factions even fought bitterly over it.

Yet their Madam casually said the shares were of no use to her. This…

Apart from Brandon, the others couldn’t help but look at Abigail several more times, trying to understand something from her expression. But there was nothing. Abigail just stood calmly there, not caring who held the agreement.

“By the way…” Abigail suddenly spoke.

The three men felt a sense of relief, all looking at Abigail. They knew it couldn’t be that she was truly so indifferent.

She was still reluctant.

Abigail looked at Brandon. “My mother used a portion of the dividends to operate several orphanages in Gills City, fully managed by the Midsummer Fund. After you take them over, make sure to continue this part.”

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They suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

Brandon reached out to take the agreement from Kennan’s hand and placed it back in Abigail’s hand. “As long as the shares are confirmed to be with you, there’s no need to transfer them to me.”

“Second Master…” Kelvin called out worriedly. It would be safest if the Second Master held the shares himself.

“You two go back first. Make sure those few old men are watched. Don’t let Third Uncle kill them; otherwise, Grandpa will come and take it out on me.” Brandon waved his hand.

Seeing this, Kelvin understood the Second Master’s intentions. He was worried about any changes with Madam. After all, five percent of the shares were tempting. If Madam had other thoughts…

But Kelvin also knew no one could change the Second Master’s decision.

Unexpectedly, Abigail called him. “I remember you also have a lawyer’s license?”

Kelvin didn’t understand Abigail’s intention. “Madam, what do you mean?”

“Prepare a gift agreement for the shares for me, right now.” After giving instructions, Abigail looked at Brandon. “Since we’re getting married anyway, consider it my dowry. It’s the same in your hands as it’s in mine. Or do you not truly want to marry me?”

“How could that be? It’s just…”

“Stop being so fussy.” Abigail interrupted Brandon disdainfully and waved for Kelvin to prepare it now.

Kelvin looked at Brandon. “Second Master, what do you say?”

“Prepare it,” Brandon said, meeting Abigail’s gaze. He knew his little plump had already made up her mind.

Kelvin immediately went happily to draft the agreement.

Drafting the agreement took some time. Brandon glanced at the time. “You should rest first. Signing it tomorrow won’t be too late.”

“Let’s wait. Once it’s done, we won’t have to worry about it anymore,” Abigail sat on the sofa, looking at the man cheerfully, happy she could help him.

Seeing this, Brandon rubbed Abigail’s head. “Silly.”

Abigail smiled, feeling the man’s voice was full of affection. Her heart melted, and she rubbed her head against his palm.

Brandon couldn’t help but laugh.

While preparing the agreement not far away, Kelvin caught a glimpse of the Second Master and Madam’s affectionate posture, feeling stuffed with dog food. He recalled Pullan’s message in the group chat yesterday, sighing that the two really were in love.

Despite the disparity, it seemed the two were extremely harmonious and well-matched, perhaps due to their mutual recognition of each other. Kelvin couldn’t help but hold his head; he realized he, too, had been swayed by the Second Master’s influence.

“Ahem, Second Master, Madam, it’s ready.” After drafting the agreement, Kelvin approached and gave a small cough before speaking softly.

Brandon returned to his senses. Taking the agreement, he reviewed it. “Add a blank supplementary agreement.”

Kelvin paused briefly, though unsure of the Second Master’s intention. He quickly complied.

The time needed to prepare all the documents was not negligible. By then, Abigail was sleepy and yawning. Without even reading the content, she lavishly signed her name.

Brandon asked with amusement, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell you?”