Her lips trembled, mouth agape with a silent "No". She wanted to scream, but ultimately no sound escaped.
Just as Mrs. Johns was about to speak, Nolan Morrison said, "All you want is money, isn't it."
A surge of joy filled Mrs. Johns' heart; she finally managed to pry open a crack. It seemed it did have some effect.
She still held the urn in her hand, not putting it down, and asked Nolan Morrison, "What, you're willing to talk? Looks like you still want to be a good big brother, huh."
"Can we cut the crap? Sure enough, those old hags love to nag." Nolan Morrison's disdain made Mrs. Johns' face flush with anger.
She gritted her teeth and said, "You… Fine, I won't waste words with you. First, you must transfer the Morrison Family's shares to me. I want absolute control over the Group."
She didn't expect Nolan Morrison to remain unfazed, not even considering it a moment before he said, "Alright, and what else?"
