Chapter 129 The Inheritance
David stayed quiet, feeling really stressed out.
All this for Michelle's hard work? Just lies to fool Abigail.
Those shares had also been obtained through trickery.
He had gotten too cocky and forgotten Gregory had been in the game for years and seen right through him.
Seeing David's silence, Gregory sneered, "Mr. Martin, if you're not serious, don't make promises. I might just take you up on them."
David was speechless, his face turning red.
Abigail stepped up and sneered, "You have no right to mention my mom. If she were here, you wouldn't be running the company. If you can't handle it, hand over the reins."
David was hurt, gritting his teeth in anger, his eyes blazing, lips trembling.
"I'm your father! How dare you disrespect me? I'll beat you!" he threatened.
Abigail stood firm, looking him in the eye, "Go ahead. Even if you beat me, what I said is true."
David's hand halted mid-air, just inches from Abigail, before falling away. He appeared to recall something, his eyes flickering as they avoided her gaze.
Abigail mocked him, "What? Scared?"
David's forehead veins throbbed, and he stepped back, "Abigail, no matter who runs the company, we should protect your mom's hard work. Help me convince Mr. White."
Abigail shrugged, "Sorry, can't help."
David almost had a heart attack, clutching his chest, and stormed off.
Watching him leave, Abigail lowered her head, deep in thought.
Seeing her down, Gregory hugged her from behind, "It's okay, it's over. I won't let him hurt you again."
Abigail smiled faintly, shaking her head, "I'm not upset, just think it's unfair to my mom."
"Michelle was amazing, but sadly..."
Thinking of Michelle, Gregory felt regretful.
Michelle was a business whiz. If she were still alive, the DM Group would be thriving. The Martins might even rival the Whites.
The more Abigail thought, the angrier she got, "No, I have to take back what's my mom's. David can't get away with this!"
This couldn't end here.
The DM Group was Michelle's legacy, her hard work. David couldn't ruin it.
Gregory stroked her hair, "Are the shares Michelle left you still with David?"
Abigail nodded angrily, "I inherited my mom's estate with conditions: I had to be 20 and married."
Now, Abigail met both conditions.
She had wanted to reclaim the inheritance right after marrying Gregory but hadn't found the time.
David's visit was a wake-up call.
She needed to act fast before David bankrupted the DM Group.
"Need my help?" Gregory asked.
Abigail shook her head, "I want to handle this myself."
Seeing Gregory's disappointed look, she kissed him and said, "If I can't handle it, you'll be the first I ask."
She wanted to manage everything related to Michelle on her own.
Gregory nodded, understanding.
...
The next day, Abigail planned to visit Loren Schneider, the lawyer handling Michelle's will.
She hadn't seen Loren since Michelle's death five years ago. She remembered him as serious but fair.
If he weren't, David and Kayla would have bribed him by now.
Abigail got up early, put on a simple dress, and tied her hair into a high ponytail, looking energetic.
When she came out, Gregory was already awake.
Seeing her dressed up, Gregory pulled her into a hug, "Why are you dressed so nicely? Where are you going?"
His deep, husky morning voice made her heart race.
Though shy, she hugged him back, "I contacted Loren. I'm handling some inheritance stuff today. By the way, where's our marriage certificate? I might need it."
Gregory immediately became alert, "How about I go with you?"
Abigail blinked, "Don't you have an important client today? You handle that; don't worry about me."
Gregory felt a pang of hurt. Although he hadn’t expressed how much he valued their marriage certificate, he decided to compromise and retrieved it from the study.
Abigail was curious, "You keep it in the study?"
"Yes," Gregory nodded.
The study's safe had the highest security, and only Gregory could open it.
Seeing he didn't want to explain further, Abigail stopped asking, put the certificate in her bag, and headed downstairs.
Gregory reminded her, "Have breakfast first. Let Ralph arrange a driver for you. Be careful."
"Got it!" Abigail waved and hurried downstairs.
Watching her leave, Gregory shook his head.
Sometimes, he felt like he was raising a daughter, always worrying about her like a father.
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