At that, Dora's face went bright red.
She pointed at Elsie, but was incapable of even saying a word.
Georgia couldn't help but lower her head and giggle.
"Miss Lane, you really don't have a share of Robert Simpson's inheritance. I don't know why you're coming over every day."
Robert did have a bit of stock shares given out as a reward on the smaller households, but a bastard daughter like Dora who'd been married out and hadn't even been that good to Robert in the first place wasn't getting a cent of the money.
Georgia and Elsie were there chuckling while Dora had already stood up in a rage, bodily rushing over as if to hit someone.
The old man slammed his cane heavily on the ground.
"Shut it; does this look like the time to argue? We're here for business. Whoever picks a fight here can get out. Wouldn't you say, Sierra?"
Sierra hurriedly nodded.
"Of course you're right. Let's not argue, everyone. Hold it in a little. You can discuss what you're dissatisfied about after we're done talking today."
Sierra acted like she was being stand-up about it all, while Georgia simply smiled.
She and Elsie sat on the sofa, looking casual about the entire thing.
Dora was still fuming, but Kenny grabbed her hand and warned her not to speak anymore, in case the discussion ended here today.
These people also wanted to settle the matter of the inheritance shares quickly. Whether it was Sierra or Georgia coming out the victor, they wanted a slice of the pie.
So far, though, Sierra promised more under the table profit, so they were more willing to stand behind her.
Of course, they weren't going to talk about that openly.
"What is your relationship with Ivan, Georgia? Can you explain those intimate photographs?"
With everyone quiet, the old man raised that question to Georgia.
His tones were cold, and his gaze on her carried a trace of dissatisfaction.
"What do you think, old man? Whatever you think it is, that's it. I feel like no matter how I explain it, I won't change what you think, so I might as well not bother explaining."
At Georgia's casual attitude, the old man blew his top and slammed a fist down on the table. He was getting ready to say something when Ivan's voice came from not far away.
"You're getting on in years, old man, and your eyes aren't what they used to be. I can understand that. If you can say I'm having relations with Georgia, I could also find some other photos of me together with women. Am I dating all of them? It's the 21st century, for crying out loud. Couldn't we wise up a little bit? It's not photos of us in bed or kissing. Are you all this old-fashioned?"
Ivan smiled and said that while Marcel and Joanna, his parents, followed from behind.
The old man flew into a rage from those words.
"What, am I getting the cold shoulder now that I'm old? I just wanted you and Georgia to explain the situation, even if it's only for the Simpson name. Do you two want the story on the internet to keep getting out of control? Leaving Robert to die without clearing it up?"
"Haven't I explained it well enough just then, old man? I'm just friends with Georgia. Those photos were taken from special angles. Even then, with those angles, there weren't any indecent scenes. Isn't that enough to prove that, even as hard as they tried to find a scene where I was acting out of turn with Georgia, that's all they could find? It's ridiculous!"
"Fine. Since you've explained it, I'll believe you for now."
The old man didn't stay stuck on that topic and shunted it to the side.
Ivan smiled and sat on the sofa with his parents at his side.
"Now everyone's here. Ivan, you're the executor of the will. I've got lawyers and official witnesses over today, so let's officially and fairly execute Robert's will."
Sierra said, smiling, as she had the company lawyers all gather round.
Then the witnesses came too.
Ivan produced the will. With professionals on camera recording the scene, everything was well put together.
The lawyers and witnesses checked the will and both parties spoke to everyone in the room.
"There are no problems with the will."
The witnesses spoke as well.
"We declare this will officially certified."
At that, everyone in room tensed.
"Then, lawyers, take a look at this will, established a year ago, and see if there are any conflicts with the current situation?"
Sierra spoke again. After all, as a large organization, there was simply too much property.
After a year, the properties under people's names tended to shift a little, so they still needed the lawyers to clear it up.
The lawyers had, in fact, already noted down all of Robert's properties. The eight of them hurriedly took out their computers and pulled up the list of property, comparing it to the will, to see if there were any discrepancies.
Georgia sat there drinking tea and waiting patiently. The atmosphere inside the room was silent, and only the sound of printed pages being flipped could be heard.
After about an hour, the lead lawyer spoke towards Sierra and everyone there.
"Mr. Simpson's will was very squarely put together. Almost all the properties under his name have been assigned, but there are a few places where it's not clear."
"Where are the issues?"
Sierra asked, and the lawyer spoke to everyone.
"This will was established over a year ago. Back then, all of Mr. Simpson's properties had been assigned. But after that, Mr. Simpson bought up an office building, an island, and a biopharmaceutical company. These three properties are not in the will."
"As Mr. Simpson meant back then, what was that office and the island for?"
Georgia suddenly asked actively.
"Mr. Simpson had his accident not long after he signed for the office, so his intentions are unclear. As for the island on the Pacific, Mr. Simpson had intended to have people renovate the area and build a garden mansion there along with a private airport. But it was all stopped after Mr. Simpson's accident. The island is still undeveloped. As for the biopharmaceutical firm, Mr. Simpson had good judgement. Ever since he bought it, business for this year has grown by 20%, which is significant growth. With the drug patent this year, the company has made a major breakthrough."
"Then how much are these three properties worth?"
"The building Mr. Simpson bought is situated in New York, America, worth two billion. As for the island, it's worth five hundred million. The biopharmaceutical firm was worth five billion at the time of the buyout. Now it's worth eight billion."
As the lawyer finished his words, Elsie couldn't help but tug at Georgia's hand and whispered in her ear.
"Robert really could make money. I'm so jealous. I think he bought it for you. That biopharma company was probably prepared just for you."
Georgia was also thinking that with her high opinion of herself, but she didn't voice it. She kept her happiness locked inside.
But it still wasn't her turn to speak. Sierra didn't say anything, either. Dora, though, opened her mouth.
"For this sort of property with no assignment, shouldn't Robert's first heir inherit the will?"
"That is the case in theory, but there is a small contention, which may prove a point of conflict."