All Chapters of Delivery of Fate : Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

“What a lovely home it is. I would never have imagined such luxurious accommodations; I’m Blake’s Mother-in-law, Julie Weston, and glad to make your acquaintance.” Julie said, making her way to Robert and shaking hands.“Uhm, Blake, is this person for real? Is she your Mother-in-Law? Not another suiter? How can she be this young?” Robert asked, taken aback by her appearance being so young. When did she have her kids, at the age of twelve?“Oh, my yes, Blake gifted me a pill the other day, and now I’m twenty years younger. Wasn’t it your family’s heirloom?” Julie stated.With a nod from Blake to agree in the background, Robert replied.“Oh,____yes,____ the pill, the rejuvenation pill, of course.” Robert mouthed, following Blake’s lead. “I was unaware that Blake had gifted you the pill, and it’s been with the family for so long, even though I hadn’t taken it yet.”Seeing Julie was satisfied and astonished that she had taken something even the past head didn’t take felt proud and surpris

Needless to say, the women were all astonished by what Blake had mentioned. Robert only smiled as he drank his wine. All sorts of questions were bombarded to Blake. At this time could not tell who was asking with so many questions all at once.“Whoa, whoa. One at a time, I can barely understand you all.” Blake said, waving his hands.“What do you mean broadcast?” Sharon asked first; after all, they calmed down.“It’s basic knowledge the announcement ceremony will be broadcasted live on all social and network communications,” Blake explained. “I want the world to know who is taking over the Elon family and Conglomerate businesses.”“This will take some more planning. I only thought it would be a private matter within the Elon franchise.” Sharon said, thinking.Blake only smiled and turned to Claire beside him.“What’s the matter with being a fashion model? I thought all you women dreamed of showing off fashion.” Blake asked.“Well, for me, I never dreamed of being a model,” Claire stat

“Yes, that’s surprising also, but what did you do to yourself? When did you get a facelift and plastic surgery on your body?”Terrie asked wide-eyed. She had thought of the same thing, but this was extreme and made Julie look much younger and want to know where she got it done. Blake only smiled and placed Claire on a chair at the diner table, then sat beside her, not saying a thing but kept eyeing the beautiful woman across from himself.“Hello, I’m Claire’s husband, Blake Elon.” Blake smiled at Salone.“Hello, I’m Salone Weston, Claire’s first cousin. I arrived from New York today.” Salone introduced herself.“Blake, she’s the famous director from Broadway,” Claire said.“Oh? Strange you never mentioned.” Blake teased.“Well, we drifted apart and didn’t stay in touch,” Claire said.“Yes, partially my fault; I’ve been so busy lately; if Grandfather hadn’t called for me, I still wouldn’t have arrived.” Salone tried to explain herself.“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEVER GOT SURGERY? YOU CAN’T

“What? No! Quinton, he’s your son, your flesh and blood. You can’t do this to him. I know he made a mistake and needs to pay for it, but not like this.” With tears in her eyes, Terrie pleaded with her husband and Henry on her side, crying after hearing his punishment.“It’s been decided for a long time since the whole scheme was discovered what his punishment would be. There is no excuse for trying to kill another family member and robbing the family. We barely survived the first crisis, and if Claire didn’t pull us out of the fire pit, then who would? Then this little piece of shit decides it’s alright to kill her because Claire is better than him? Wise up, woman, and see that this is mercy for him, or he would face the exact charges as the ex-president of Global Entertainment.” Quinton exclaimed with passion in his voice to try and get through to his wife.“Excuse me, but I have a suggestion if you hear me out.” Blake then cut into the conversation.All gazes turned to Blake. Henry

Susan Writtle returned to her apartment after Blake dropped her off before arriving at the Weston estate, threw her heels, went straight to the refrigerator, poured herself a glass of wine, and made her way to the couch with her tablet in one hand and her wine in the other. With a few taps on her tablet, she connected with Jenkins. “Miss. Writtle,” Jenkins replied. “Jenkins, young master requests, have you begun on your end?” Susan asked, taking a sip. “All the networks have been notified with the editor-in-chief of all newspapers,” Jenkins said. “Okay, I’ll notify the tubers and social media. Are we separating them, or will it be a merger?” Susan asked. “Merger will be better. They will have their own venue for reporting.” Jenkins replied, also sipping on his wine on screen. “I’ll arrange for the home designers to contact me on Monday,” Susan replied. “Very well, Miss. If this is all____ good night.” Jenkins said and hung up. Susan then tapped on her tablet, sipping her wine,