Jackson, dressed in a casual suit, leaned back comfortably in his chair. With only a few streaks of white in his hair, he had the air of a refined and amiable middle-aged man.
He smiled, a couple of wrinkles forming on his face, and asked Lillian, "Is there a reason I shouldn't buy it?"
Lillian smiled too. "I'm selling the shares because I need money, Uncle Jackson. I hope you won't take them on my account."
Jackson raised his chin. "That sounds like there's something that I don't know."
"I want a divorce from Claude."
Jackson immediately sat up, exclaiming, "What?"
But he quickly recovered. "But I'm afraid the Kent family won't agree..."
Facing Jackson's worried gaze, Lillian shook her head. "Uncle Jackson, I have my plans. You don't have to worry about me. Let's talk about the sha
