James threw up his hands. "How am I supposed to know that? I'm not an expert in this field."

Thea sighed. "Alright, stop bickering. Jamie was just being considerate. I'll make the necessary preparations. I'll go to the office tomorrow to prepare the documents and submit them. If it doesn't work, so be it. Grandpa should know this is an impossible mission, so even if I fail, he won't make life difficult for me."

Gladys nodded. At this point, it was all they could do.

Meanwhile, Benjamin remained in a trance. Fifty percent of the shares! He never imagined he'd be granted fifty percent of the family's shares.

David, too, had forgotten his earlier dejection. He exclaimed excitedly, "Father, Grandpa said you have the right to redistribute your shares. I'm your only son. Quick, give me twenty-five percent!"

Benjamin glanced at Gladys. Even though he had the right to redistribute them, Gladys had the final say.

Gladys smacked David on the head. "Thea still has a three-month probationary period before she becomes chairman, and you're already thinking about dividends? At least wait until she's secured her position!"

"Mom, we can still get a lot in three months. Have Dad give me my shares first. I'll use the money to buy my in-laws a villa." Alyssa was delighted. "Thanks, darling." Gladys looked at James. "Look at him—a considerate son-in-law, thinking of his in-laws now that he's rich. What about you?"

James scratched his nose. Wasn't he thinking of the Callahans? If not, how did Thea become chairman? Would Benjamin have gotten the fifty percent shares?

David immediately understood. "Mom, it's not that I wasn't thinking of you. But now that Dad has his shares, you'll be able to afford a villa in a few months. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law's family is cramped in a small, hundred-square-meter house."

Gladys waved him off. "It's alright. I'm not mad. Since the Myers entrusted their daughter to you, you should help them out now that we're rich."

Alyssa was grateful. "Thank you, Mom."

They were filled with joy, but Thea wore a worried expression. She returned to her room, switched on her laptop, and began writing the application to set up shop. James, whose tobacco addiction was kicking in again after a day without smoking in front of Thea, dared not smoke on the balcony. Instead, he went outside, sat on the stairs, and lit a cigarette.

Xara approached him, wrapping her arms around herself and fixing her gaze on him. She pursed her lips. "James, it should be easy for Thea to set up shop at the Trade City Center, right?"

James lifted his head, catching a glimpse of her face. He shrugged. "How would I know?"

"What? Aren't you helping behind the scenes? With your help, it should be easy, shouldn't it?"

"You flatter me. I'm just a decommissioned military guy."

Unconcerned about her composure, Xara sat down beside him, her arms around him, clinging to him. She laughed flirtatiously. "James, I came to Cansington looking for a job. Do you have anything for me?"

Thea didn't know how to write the application. She left her room, but couldn't find James. She went outside and saw him sitting on the stairs with Xara's arms around him, clinging to him.

Rumble!

It was as if a thunderous storm had struck her. Thea was flabbergasted, petrified. Tears welled up in her eyes. She stood there for a few seconds before covering her mouth and running back inside, weeping.

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