A cold glint flashed through Meng Zhixiong's eyes when he saw how utterly unconcerned Meng Zhiyuan looked.
I hope you can stay that calm in a moment.
He gave Meng Zhixing a cold glance, then turned his gaze to the lawyer beside him.
"Lawyer Chen, open the documents."
The lawyer wore silver-rimmed glasses and looked thoroughly professional. He broke the seal on the folder and took out the papers inside.
He nudged his glasses up his nose, swept an impassive gaze over everyone present, and began reading the will aloud.
"To the descendants of the Meng family, by the time you read this letter, I will likely no longer be alive..."
His voice was as emotionless as a machine. As he read on, the expressions of everyone present, including Meng Zhixing, shifted repeatedly.
When the lawyer finished reading the will, Jiang Ze glanced at the man beside him, blinked, then turned to Meng Zhixiong at the front.
Anyone who saw this will would call it outrageous. The man currently running the Meng Corporation had been allotted only ten percent of the estate.
Meanwhile, Meng Zhixiong, his wife, and their children had received sixty percent between them.
Anyone with eyes could see that something was wrong with this will. Once the lawyer finished, the room fell utterly silent.
Meng Zhixing was the first to lose his patience and openly challenge it.
"Is this really the old man's will? Eldest Brother, you haven't tampered with it, have you?"
With obvious suspicion on his face, he stared straight at Meng Zhixiong.
"Zhixing, that's hardly fair of you, is it? Although Zhiyuan is temporarily serving as head of the Meng family, I am still the Meng family's eldest son, and Zimu will soon become the next heir to the Meng Corporation. What's wrong with