Chapter 292 (1/2)
”We have to find the lawyer!”
Lin Yiqian said: ”either the lawyer reads out the will at Mo Shen's board of directors, or Chenchen can get the will and appear on the board of directors!”
”But Mo's house is guarded inside and outside. We can't get close at all!”
”I'll find a way!”
Lin Yi's eyebrows are shallow and contemplative.
The next chairman selection meeting of Moshen group is two days later. If she guesses correctly, Mo Renhuai wants to borrow the shares in the early morning and take the position of chairman himself.
When he got to the top, Chenchen and his mother
The tragic scene seen on the news in her previous life was played in her mind. The unwilling eyes of the young man before his death became her nightmare in recent days!
no way! She has to get people out!!
Lin Yiqian changed into a night clothes. The figure of the scenery was wrapped in close fitting black clothes. She crept out of the window quietly, avoiding the sight of the bodyguard and sneaked into the night
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”This is evidence of Mo Renhuai's stealing and selling projects over the years, including the development of the game city planned by Mo Shen group for more than two years, all of which were sold to rival companies at a high price...”
In City C, a luxury private club decorated with luxury, Mu Yunhai, the boss of Dior, sat on the sofa and gracefully took out a document from his briefcase.
Looking at the cold man opposite, he was puzzled: ”you are far away in the imperial capital and have no cooperation with Moshen group. Why do you suddenly want to investigate their family?”
”I can't see it.” Said Gu nianshen.
Indifferent attitude, it seems that it is really just because of injustice!
However, Mu Yunhai on the opposite side broke his composure after hearing this answer.
He said with a smile, ”can't see it? Read deeply. We're not” what's Mo Shengfeng's attitude towards this? ”
”The old man was calculated by Mo Renhuai.” When I said this in the morning, a touch of complex emotion flashed in my beautiful black eyes.
It is hatred, helplessness, and also a regret for the lack of fatherly love buried in the bottom of my heart.