"Do you think I would joke about the old man's life?"
Yang Shu turned and glared back with an astonishing aura in her eyes.
But Yang Peiyuan was not intimidated, although Yang Shu was now the third-ranking executive in the group, with a status far above his. After the old man fell ill, such things no longer mattered; it was all about who would inherit more shares in the future.
Yang Shu's elder sister's family had five members, giving them a huge advantage in numbers. If Old Mr. Yang had not left a will with specific instructions concerning the distribution of shares, their family might very well become the major shareholders of Dihao Group in the future.
As major shareholders, they could dismiss Yang Shu, the vice president, whenever they wished, even if her second brother, who currently sat in the president's seat, might not be secure either.
