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Lauren busied her knitting needles as she navigated the winding drive. “He probably wants to talk inheritance,” she remarked.
Hera puckered her lips. “Do we really need a meeting? Just split everything evenly—Baroque on our side, Rococo on theirs. They can even have the land our old estate stood on!”
Lauren shook her half-finished sweater. “If only it were that simple.”
Hera’s eyes widened. “What do they want then?”
Nash glanced between the rows of hedges. “Baroque now owns that 7 nm photolithography machine and is in deep partnership with Drake Group. They’ll want a slice of the action—shares in Baroque.”
Hera’s jaw set. “My parents poured twenty years of sweat into Baroque. We won’t let them take any.”
Behind them, Harrison and Lauren exchanged a rueful glance.
“Grandpa held forty percent of both Baroque and Rococo,” Lauren reminded Hera gently. “With no will, Uncle Hubert stands to inherit twenty percent of Baroque’s shares.”
Hera’s face paled. “So… we have to hand over that twenty percent?”
Harrison nodded slowly. “Yes, but we’d gain twenty percent of Rococo in return. It’s not the worst deal.”
“I don’t want any Rococo shares!” Hera protested.
Nash offered a reassuring grin. “We can always buy back those shares later.”
“Think they’ll sell?” Hera challenged.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Nash replied with easy confidence.
Lauren held up the completed sweater. “Look what I’ve finished knitting—what do you think?”
Hera squinted at the tiny garment. “Who could wear something this small?”
At that, realization dawned on the teenager. She clasped her hand to her mouth and stammered, “Mom… you’re not planning for me to have a baby, are you?”
Harrison laughed and ruffled Hera’s hair. “This little sweater isn’t for you—it’s for my grandchild.”
Hera’s cheeks flamed. “It’s far too early for that!”
Harrison winked. “Then maybe you two should get on with it.”
An hour later, the entire Lewis family assembled at Hubert’s grand mansion. Adam, the family legal adviser, rose as Nash, Hera, Harrison, and Lauren entered.
“Mr. Lewis, Ms. Lewis,” Adam greeted warmly, bowing slightly.
Hubert cleared his throat, and the mood shifted—inheritance negotiations were about to begin.
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