"Back then when you married to get shares from the Fuller Clan, wasn't the seven percent in your grandfather's hands enough?" Michael Fuller said.
"Of course, it wasn't enough," Florence Fuller replied. "You promised that everything from the Fuller Family would be mine when you passed, but now, what about that illegitimate son of yours?"
"Watch your mouth," an unfamiliar voice interrupted from the doorway. James Fuller pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Florence with a dark gaze.
Florence sneered and looked at Michael, "So, tell me, what does he count as?"
"I've worked hard and diligently in the company over the years, Miss Fuller, unlike you, living in a nest of gold and silver," James said.
"Hahaha," Florence laughed mockingly. "Sorry, what did you say, worked hard and diligently?"
James gritted his back teeth and glared at her coldly.
