"Hand over the White Group to Amelia?" Albert Foster looked at Amelia with some surprise, "Is that true?"
As soon as Daniel Cooper spoke, Amelia understood what he meant.
Her father and the Whites were not in good terms, otherwise, he wouldn't have concealed the truth about the Whites and never mentioned it to her for the past twenty years.
But she could understand her father's sentiment. Back then, the Whites despised him, didn't accept him, and even drove her mother out of the house to break them apart.
Such humiliation, no one would easily forgive.
If she simply told him that she had already reconciled with her grandparents, her father would definitely be furious.
So she had to find a way to let him gradually accept this fact. "Yes, they have already transferred most of the White Group's shares to my name."
Albert Foster's expression eased slightly, but he was still gloomy, and his tone was not good. "So you accepted it?"
