Mouri Ran noticed something strange about her mom, and when Kisaki Eri hung up the phone, she asked curiously, "What happened?"
Kisaki Eri put away her phone and sighed. "The lawyer Mr. Fujieda hired while he was alive arrived. Just now, he announced the will on his behalf—his estate wasn't left to Mrs. Suwa at all. Instead, every bit of it was left to a benefactor who once helped him."
"Hm?" Mouri Ran was a little surprised. "Then Mrs. Suwa, she..."
Kisaki Eri nodded. "According to the will, she won't get a single cent."
Mouri Ran counted on her fingers. "..." She hadn't received any inheritance at all, and she had wasted ten million in commission fees for nothing. This... this was way too miserable.
Kisaki Eri, on the other hand, accepted the situation very quickly. "That woman really was naive and stupid. Although she kept saying that she married Master Fujieda, who was more than thirty years older than her, because of true love... Fujieda, that old thing, lived for over sixty years. How could he not have seen through it?
"Suwa ran around doing everything she could to marry him, practically writing the words 'I'm in it for the money' across her face. No wonder Fujieda Mikio guarded his estate so tightly—but speaking of which, that benefactor's luck really was pretty good. He helped a man who did every evil imaginable, yet in the end, he reaped such a huge reward of good karma."
Jiang Xia: "..." Yes, some superiors who didn't give him a list, didn't give him a gun, changed the meeting place from a bar to a sushi restaurant, and even restricted his permissions on the Organization Forum really did have pretty good luck... But considering the largest stockpile in his Mark Space was alcohol-flavored