Shui Anluo noticed Uncle Chu's lowered head and felt even more curious.
"What's going on?" She asked.
Chu Ningyi linked his hands together and looked up at Shui Anluo. He then said, "An Jiahui is holding a press conference to condemn you for angering Shui Moyun until he fell ill. Also..."
When Shui Anluo heard about An Jiahui's press conference, she tensed up even more. However, she grasped the meaning of the situation even before she heard the next part of Chu Ningyi's sentence.
"So she wants my part of the shares left to me by my grandfather?" Shui Anluo gritted her teeth. An Jiahui had crossed the line.
Chu Ningyi looked at his wristwatch. "It's now 11:30 p.m. and Shui Moyun's will will come into effect after midnight."
Shui Anluo gripped her hands and stared at the man in front of her.
"I won't ever let them get away with this," said Shui Anluo before she turned and left.
