Chapter 230 It Seems to Be Forged
Quentin happened to have something to discuss with her about her mother's inheritance.
After driving to Ashbourne Manor, he went straight to the villa to find his cousin.
However, after entering the villa, Quentin found that although the living room was lit, there was no one around.
Instead, he could faintly hear the laughter of girls coming from the second floor.
Quentin followed the sound and made his way upstairs.
In the most southern bedroom, he finally saw two girls sitting on a soft quilt, chatting and laughing.
The soft light from the bedroom lamp gently fell on the face of a petite woman.
It was as if a thin veil had been draped over her, making her look beautiful and hazy.
Quentin leaned against the door frame, momentarily entranced. Violet was indeed beautiful.
He felt that she seemed to be more charming than when they first met.
Quentin felt his heart race at the moment, but now was not the time for such feelings. He suppressed the feeling and gently knocked on the door.
The two women who were chatting immediately turned to look at him, both momentarily stunned.
However, Emily reacted first and smiled, "Quentin, why are you here? You didn't even call me beforehand."
"I happened to have something to discuss with Violet, so I came." Quentin's eyes were deep as he slowly walked towards the two women.
"What's the matter?" Emily was curious, but as she continued, she asked, "By the way, how did you know we were here?"
"Did you forget that I asked you where you were going this evening?" Quentin, with an indulgent look, gently tapped Emily’s little head with the file bag in his hand.
Emily immediately exclaimed and touched her head, saying, "I really forgot it."
"Quentin, may I ask what you're looking for me about?" Violet, who had been silent, politely asked when she saw that their conversation was almost over.
"It's about your mother's inheritance." Quentin handed the file bag to Violet as he spoke. "Here are some simple pieces of evidence I found, but it's definitely not enough."
"You got it so soon." Violet was pleasantly surprised as she took the file bag from him, ready to look through it.
Emily quickly pulled Violet's arm and said, "Violet, don't read it here. Let's go to the living room downstairs. I'll make you some tea. I learned it before. Let's go."
"Sure, it's been a while since I last tasted the tea you make." Quentin had no objections.
He also felt that it was not appropriate to discuss such serious matters in the bedroom.
"Alright." Violet followed them.
"Let's go." Emily led Violet out first, with Quentin following.
The three of them chatted as they walked and arrived in the bright hall on the ground floor. Emily went to the restaurant first to make tea.
Violet sat down on the sofa next to Quentin.
"You can take a look at these related materials first, and if you have any questions, you can ask me," Quentin said leisurely after taking his seat.
Violet obediently began to look through the documents, flipping through them with a serious expression, her black hair falling. A whim seized Quentin. He wanted to brush her hair behind her ear.
But he restrained himself. He was a gentleman and couldn't just brush a girl's hair like that. It would be impolite.
So he sat there quietly, watching her.
After Violet carefully read through the materials Quentin brought, she asked, "Quentin, can the inheritance be claimed only in my name?"
"Well, your mother has passed away, and the property that rightfully belonged to her, as well as some previous conflicts of interest with the Devereux family, naturally should be inherited by you. So, the lawsuit will be filed in your name. However, your father has remarried, and the distribution agreement of the joint property of the couple after the divorce is now crucial. But I've seen that agreement, and it seems to be forged."
Violet nodded. No wonder she was always met with denial whenever she brought up the matter of her mother's inheritance. The Devereux family had clearly orchestrated it all, leaving her not only penniless but also with a forged agreement. It was truly despicable.
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