Chapter 486
Everyone in the room instantly realized what was going on.
It wasn’t just them who were terrified of this living Satan; the old lady herself was petrified.
She was wide awake and faking it.
Not wanting to get on Rowan’s bad side, they tactfully cleared out to give him space.
Besides, the old lady was very much alive. The doctors had said it was a minor fainting spell, nothing serious.
The inheritance wouldn’t fall into Rowan’s hands anytime soon anyway.
Surely he couldn’t force her to sign away her assets. Paige was far too shrewd for that.
Once the room was empty, save for Rowan and the old lady, he remained in his chair and asked impatiently, “Is there really a need to keep pretending p>
Paige’s eyelids fluttered. She knew if she didn’t open her eyes, this bastard wouldn’t let it go. Deciding to play along, she feigned a weak awakening and looked at him.
“Rowan… you’re so busy, why did you come p>
Rowan sneered, completely devoid of any desire to play the dutiful grandson. He didn’t even respond.
Seeing her finally awake, he slowly stood up, grabbed the bed remote, and cranked the mattress up, entirely unconcerned about the comfort of a recently unconscious patient.
Startled by the sudden elevation, Paige’s head spun for real this time. “W-what are you doing p>
Still silent, Rowan pulled the overbed table over and shoved it in front of her.
The next second, a document was tossed onto the table.
His eyes were ice cold. “While you’re still breathing, sign this p>
The cover of the document boldly read: “Share Transfer Agreement p>
Once her eyes focused on it, her blood pressure skyrocketed. She glared furiously at Rowan What is the meaning of this? I’m not even dead yet, and you’re already after my shares p>
When the old master had passed away, his will clearly divided the assets.
He had always favored his eldest son, so the lion’s share naturally went to Rowan’s parents.
Even someone as formidable as Paige only held five percent of the company’s shares.
That five percent, combined with Slate’s three percent, was her trump card for an eventual comeback.
She wasn’t about to hand it over.
Rowan seemed completely oblivious to her rage. His face was chillingly calm, as if looking at a corpse. “Did you think I was asking for your permission p>
His casual tone nearly gave her a genuine heart attack.
Her chest heaved violently, her voice trembling with rage. “Rowan
Murphy You are absolutely lawless and arrogant. Let me tell you, you can forget about getting your hands on my shares or my money p>
Outside the door, lan stood guard, barring anyone from coming near.
Catching the muffled sounds of an argument, Slate tried to force his way in but was immediately blocked by lan. “No one enters until my boss comes out p>
“Who the hell do you think you Slate started, but Karol pulled him back.
“Enough, Slate. He rushed over the second he heard she collapsed. Deep down he still cares for her, But when have those two ever met without arguing?” Karol rationalized.
Of course, she had no idea what Rowan was actually doing in there.
If she had, she would have been clawing at the door alongside Slate.
Five percent of the shares.
It didn’t sound like much, but given the current market value of the Murphy Group, it was worth tens of billions of dollars.
With her sudden collapse, everyone standing in that hallway was solely focused on those billions.