CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: Truly A Thief

A gray-haired woman dressed in a cherry-colored oversize coat and a black dress walked in slowly, aiding her body with a silver cane.

"Grandma!" Scott exclaimed and then rushed to the woman. "What are you doing here?"

Margaret snapped without fail. "What sort of question is that? How could I stay home when someone is about to steal my company from me? And you, why didn't you tell me?"

Scott backed up when his grandmother reached out to smack his arm. He then lowered his head like a boy. "I didn't want you to worry. Believe me. I had it under control."

"We will talk about that later, you naughty boy!" Margaret sucked her teeth and shook her head. She slowly slipped into the chair at the edge of the table and then propped her cane on the armrest.

The air in the room instantly became awkward. While most of the shareholders looked away in embarrassment, a couple of them looked at her like she was some queen. Zara was the only one who had a deadpan expression. As for Steven, he looked sho