Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1762

Andrew's funeral was half a month behind them. The Illuminati mess was nearly cleaned up.

In his office, Randy leaned back in the chair. He rubbed his temples and sighed, "Goddamn, everyone else's old man leaves gold mines. Mine dumps a pile of crap on me."

"Who are you blaming?" Erica munched on snacks from the sofa. "Enoch started the Illuminati mess. Of course, you're stuck fixing it. But hey, the rest of your family stayed clean. The Osborne Group is worth 40 billion dollars. You're rich."

"40 billion. Can it cash out that much? If it could, I'd sell it, and we'd travel the world."

"No way. That's the legacy of your ancestors. You can't let them down."

Randy fell silent.

He could fight, but finance was not his thing. He hadn't officially managed any affairs of the company. He didn't have any real power.

"Why don't we sell it to Debra?" he suggested. "I mean, she loves doing business. We can live on dividends."

"Are you serious?" Erica challenged.

He shrank back. "I was just..."

"That's a wonderful idea."

"Huh?"

She dropped her snacks. "The Osborne Group in your hands? Downhill in three years. Hand it to Debra, and we rake in dividends. No brainwork, just cash. That's the dream."

The room fell silent.

The Illuminati had been defeated, and Enoch was dead. Debra, Marion, and Jordan had avenged their parents.

"We're not going," Randy declined.

When Enoch was alive, he had never acknowledged Randy.

The funeral was proper, but Randy had nothing to say to him.

Ben nodded, expecting that. Then he waved in a line of staff with files.