Clara frowned, obviously, she was not as optimistic as he thought.
"Brother, now we have obtained the equity of those two shopping malls."
"I know."
"Don't you think there's something fishy here?" Clara frowned, feeling uneasy in her heart.
"What could be wrong? The people there were bribed by us, so nothing can be wrong." Ryan didn't take her seriously.
"Actually, I think it went too smoothly." Clara was much more cautious than Ryan. After all, she had been in the United States for the past years and had been specially trained. She was more alert than Ryan in terms of her sense of discernment and market acumen. She looked very solemn.
Ryan has been in prison for the past years, unaware of the changes in the outside world. His original thinking has been solidified, and he was immersed in the joy that he took for granted.
After all, several of the Bridgewater Corporation equity interests have returned to their hands, and foreign capital in the market has also registered several subsidiaries. The claws that were reaching out to Bridgewater Corporation have already been opened.
They also contacted a lawyer, and were just waiting for old Mr. Bridgewater's birthday to pass before filing a lawsuit in court, asking for the re-division of the property.
As a result of that, all the property of the Bridgewater family will have to be redistributed, the Bridgewater Corporation's equity will soon be cut off, and the Bridgewater Corporation will be on the verge of collapse.
"Don't worry, there won't be any problems at all. We have allowed Arthur to be more chic for so many years. It has been an advantage for him enough. Now it's time for him to return it to us." Ryan sat down on the edge of the bed and yawned. He had just met Sheryl and had done it twice with her. He was also over fifty and was quick to get exhausted. "Sister, I'll take a nap now. Let's talk more about it tonight."
He fell on the bed and snored away as soon as he lay down.
Clara shook her head. At that moment, her phone rang. She went to the balcony and picked it up.
In the children's room upstairs.
Chris and Hendrick were turning on their computers and contemplating something seriously, their little heads coming together and they whispered from time to time. Suddenly, Amelia opened the door and strode in.
"Chris." She said in a gloomy voice, with a sullen face.
Chris suddenly reached into his pocket, took out an envelope, and said with a smile: "Auntie, this envelope didn't fit in that bag, so I put it in my pocket and I think I should give it to you."
Amelia's eyes lit up. She took it and weighed it. It was heavy. She opened it quickly and took out a wad of money. After counting it, she found that there were ten thousand dollars in total in it.
That’s okay, it’s better than nothing.
But why did the little guy keep only one in his pocket?
"Okay, thank you Chris." Amelia put the envelope into her bag, "Next time, remember to take a few more and put them in your pocket."
"Okay." Chris agreed readily.
But how did Amelia know that Chris only took one on purpose? He wanted to give all the money to his mother. As for Amelia, giving her one was because he considered her hard work.
If Amelia knew what the little kid really thought, she would be so angry that she would vomit blood.

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