What was more, Jennie was a miracle doctor. With her around, Marson was not afraid of those shady tactics in the business world.
Jennie lowered his eyes, a wry smile on the corner of her lips. “It's okay, I’ll let him sign it.”
Amanda was silent for a long time and sighed. “Just draft the divorce agreement and send it to me. I'll take care of the rest.”
Amanda stopped persuading her, wrote down Jennie's request and sent her downstairs.
She happened to meet Marson going upstairs.
He looked around Jennie with an impatient look on his face and asked, “What are you doing here?”
Jennie did not expect to meet him there, so she casually explained, “I'm here to help Amanda recuperate.”
Marson nodded.
He was very confident in Jennie. She was a person outside the world and she did not even know how to cash in the shares she had. What trouble could she possibly cause?
“It's a good thing I met you. I plan to give half of your shares to Emily and I need your signature.”
Jennie's heart tightened. She and Emily each share half?
“Didn't you say she had a terminal illness? What does she need these possessions for?”
“You transferred these shares to me voluntarily and I even hired a lawyer to notarize them. They belong to me personally. Now you want to take them back. Do you want to pay a huge penalty?”
Marson's expression became more and more irritated. “The shares are just a piece of waste paper to you. It's better to give it to Emily so that she can feel at ease.
“Besides, when we were preparing for the wedding, Emily mentioned that I transferred your shares to you at the wedding. She said she was very envious, so I decided to transfer half of your shares to her. Don't wrongly accuse Emily, she is not materialistic.”
Jennie suddenly wanted to laugh.
Although Emily interfered in other people's marriages, slept with married men and coaxed men into giving her shares, she was a good girl who did not worship money.
She was about to open her mouth to sneer when she heard the sound of high heels tapping in the corridor.
Several people looked over and saw Emily, wearing a miniskirt and high heels, walking towards them with three twists and turned in her steps.
The young girl had fair and smooth skin and with her specially styled hairstyle, she looked fashionable and sexy.
It did not look like a terminal illness at all.
For some reason, Jennie remembered the chat records that Emily sent her.
[Marson: Take this money and buy whatever you want, Emily. I will feel disappointed if you don’t waste my money.]
Jennie and Emily's eyes met in the air and the latter raised her eyebrows in protest. “Why come to the law firm if you are sick instead of going to the hospital?”
Marson laughed twice with a guilty conscience, “Emily has never held shares before, so she came to take a look for the sake of novelty.”
After saying that, he frowned and looked at Jennie, saying unhappily, “You were like a homeless person when we met. But look at you now, you look like a rich lady, right?”
Jennie thought of the circle on the calendar and tried to calm herself down.
“I'm not the mistress of a wealthy family. I'm just a bumpkin. But now you have to beg a bumpkin like me to sign, right?”
Marson looked embarrassed, “Okay, stop messing around, I'll go home later and ask Emily to cook some of your favorite dishes.”
“You don't have to cook. Just pay the penalty and I'll sign immediately.”
After saying that, she walked around Emily and strode downstairs.
Behind her, there was a trot and someone called her, “Ms. Skinner, please wait a moment.”
Emily caught up with her, took out a powder puff and applied several layers of foundation on her face in front of her.
“Ms. Skinner, please help me check if I look like a terminally ill patient.”
Jennie glanced at her carefully applied sickly makeup.
