"Shut up." Lincoln Green's mind was a mess. He couldn't distinguish between truth and lies for a moment.
"Honey, listen to me, it's not what you think!" Rose Taylor hurriedly explained, but she knew too much explanation right now was useless. She could only change the subject. "Honey, shouldn't we first get clear on the shares situation?"
Lincoln Green looked coldly at Rose Taylor and snorted, clutching his chest in anger, and asked Manager Norda, "Words are not proof. I want evidence. On what grounds is Minnie's inheritance being managed by your Midsummer Trust?"
Manager Norda thought of how the president personally delivered the contract for Abigail Green to sign yesterday. Feeling helpless but appearing more sincere, he said, "Sorry, you no longer have any right to inquire about Mrs. Swift's property."
