Chapter 166

Dexter and Fiona were two people who were not to be underestimated. With a mere snap of their fingers, they could ruin him. Bill stood no chance against them. "Angela, I'm your father. You-"

"The pen is here." Angela ignored his fake tears and placed the pen on top of the contract without a second glance.

"You are threatening and slandering me. Angela, you are simply outrageous. Your father is alive and well, and here you are, trying to usurp the throne. How could you be so unreasonable!" Bill completely lost his composure; his finger pointed accusingly at Angela, his eyes blazing with fury.

Angela nearly laughed in disbelief. Usurp the throne? Did this guy really think of himself as an emperor?

"Mr. Graham, I advise you to be kind." At this moment, Dexter, who had been sitting silently by, suddenly spoke up, his tone calm and unusually soothing.

Fiona chimed in as well, "Is it just a portion of the shares you're losing, or are you also losing your reputation and the company along with it? I hope you can think it through."

"Then why don't you just ruin me completely, take everything from me?" Bill angrily demanded.

"Because I'm not you. I still care about my dignity. I don't want to see everything my grandfather and mother worked so hard for ruined because of you!" Angela sneered coldly, slowly moving closer. "Bill, I know exactly what kind of person you are. And of course, I understand Judy too. What do you think she'll do if she finds out about Linda?"

Bill froze, his entire body stiffening.

Judy appeared gentle and virtuous, but in reality, she had an extremely strong sense of jealousy and doted on Zack excessively. She wouldn't let anything that could obstruct Zack exist. She would take immediate action and eliminate the threat for good.

"You... You really are that old man's granddaughter!" After a long silence, Bill's face turned ashen.

He glared at Angela, gritting his teeth. "I'll give you 25%, no more. If you agree, I'll have a new agreement drawn up immediately. If you don't, then just die. Let it all be destroyed!"

Angela pretended to think deeply for a moment, then reluctantly nodded.

"If a fifth person finds out about what happened here today..."

"Don't worry. I'm not as foolish as you," Angela chuckled lightly. Her mood was gradually improving.

She had initially planned to take it slow, but unexpectedly, she seized the opportunity and struck a decisive blow.

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That night, Angela hosted a banquet in the living room to thank her "accomplished" allies.

"Thank you so much today, Madam Fiona, I toast to you."

She was so happy that she had already had a bit too much to drink, her face flushed with a rosy hue.

Fiona looked at her helplessly. "Don't do this. You're already tipsy."

"It's fine, I'm happy today. I didn't expect everything to go so smoothly. I have to thank Trevor. It's thanks to him..."

"Have you lost your memory?" Dexter grunted disapprovingly, "You can forget who helped you, but at least drink less."

Angela smited foolishly, swaying as she walked over to Dexter, clinking her glass with his. "You helped too. Thank you, Mr. Bamford, for this big

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Angela finished the drink in one go.

Dexter was both amused and exasperated.

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The old Angela used to be self-conscious, timid, and afraid make waves. Now, she was bold, articulate, and even carried a bit of a rogue charm.

Fiona quietly watched the two of them and sighed to herself.

"Eat something. Don't just drink," she said, picking up some cold dishes and offering them to Angela.

She also gave her son a pointed look.