Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

Chapter 363 Sierra Loses It

“You’re going too far, Sierra!”

Marcel finally spoke.

“Ivan is Robert’s brother. He’s not willing to claim the inheritance, but he’s also a part of the Simpson family. You don’t have the right to chase him out.”

“I already said it, Uncle. If Ivan still supports Georgia, I can only ask him to leave so he doesn’t make trouble. Robert’s inheritance assignment has dragged on for so long. If we don’t solve it today, at that point, the company stocks are going to ripple, and it’ll affect manpower, too.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Ivan and Georgia didn’t speak, as if they had been heavily shaken.

It took Georgia a lot not to show her a mocking or gleeful grin, though, just in case they noticed. Joanna, on the other hand, had spoken up with a sneer.

“Each and every one of you are playing dumb. Robert’s mental state has always been normal, but you’re all choosing to believe the report’s real. I’m disappointed in you.”

“If you are unwilling to discuss the assignment of the inheritance, Aunt and Uncle, please leave as well. Security, escort these few out there, and don’t let them back in again!”

Sierra suddenly spoke, and guards surrounded Georgia, Ivan, and his parents.

Seeing them about to get the boot, Dora cackled mockingly to the side.

“You were getting so full of yourself, you bitch. Now we see you for what you are!”

“Thinking you could inherit the property but getting kicked out right after. If it were me, I’d jump off the building before continuing to embarrass myself.”

Jeers sounded around them.

Smiling, Georgia looked up at the crowd.

“If you think there’s an issue with the psych report, there’s an issue, and the will isn’t binding. I’ll admit that, but I want to ask the lawyer one question.”

“What question is that, Miss Lane?”

Georgia’s smile grew in depth of meaning.

“You just said that, with no certain will, the inheritance is assigned in accordance with the first heir, in which the wife, mother, and child count by law, correct?”

The lawyer nodded, but didn’t understand what Georgia meant by asking that.

Sierra didn’t understand, either, but Elsie was already issuing muffled laughter through her hand.

Ivan, too, was dying holding it in. He didn’t want to break his composure in this sort of scene. He had his cool reputation to keep up.

Georgia took out the marriage certificate she’d kept to herself all along. A copy, of course. She wasn’t about to produce the original just in case these people went and ripped it up.

“Lawyer, this is my certificate of marriage to Robert. I believe it’s dated before Sierra’s certificate. Of course, as for which one of our marriage certificates are real? I feel like you can check with civil services first, then come back and discuss the assignment of the inheritance.”

At Georgia’s words, the entire living room was in shock.

Even Sierra showed a stunned expression as she was struck dumb momentarily.

The lawyer, though, walked over in a model of professional conduct, looked over Georgia’s certificate, and showed a complicated expression.

Georgia, though, smiled and handed the certificate to Sierra.

“You have to look at it clearly, Miss Moon. Isn’t this marriage certificate really similar to yours? If you’re willing to believe the will isn’t legally binding, how about we divide the inheritance according to the first heir by law? I’ve long since had it up to here with you styling yourself as Robert’s wife. The only thing that kept me from revealing you for what you were because I wanted to see what you’d do. Right, pack your bags and get out of this mansion. It’s mine now.”

With that, Georgia gave everyone in the room a copy of the marriage certificate.

Under everyone’s astonished gaze, Georgia took Elsie’s hand and got ready to leave.

“I feel like all of you might still need to digest this news today, or maybe discuss it with each other with a meeting. That’s fine. I’ll give you some time. Next time we discuss the inheritance assignment, remember to have me here.”

Finishing up, Georgia turned around and left with Elsie. Ivan left as well. Of course, his parents followed. They couldn’t be bothered to stay in this living room anyway.

“What is going on?”

Dora asked loudly.

“Why does Georgia have a marriage certificate with Robert? Which one of you two have the real one and which one the fake?”

The old man’s face was dark as he turned to Sierra and started his own questioning.

“You’d better clear this up now, Sierra. Why does Georgia have a marriage certificate too? What’s going on between you two? What did Robert say to you in the beginning?”

Kenny walked over too.

“Give me a copy of your marriage certificate, too. I’ll take them to civil services and see which one’s real and which one’s fake.”

Everyone stood and asked their own questions. Sierra felt her ears buzz as if a multitude of voices were crowding around her ear. Finally, she couldn’t take it and bellowed.

“Get out, get out, all of you!”

“What’s with the attitude? We’re concerned about you. What if Georgia made a fake certificate? We can help you!”

Dora couldn’t help but ask. Her attitude wasn’t mocking at all.

After all, she was more willing to believe Sierra’s certificate was real. Then Sierra lost it.

“I said, all of you, get out! If you don’t, I’ll have security toss you out.”

Sierra lost it completely.

“Security, get in here, chase these people out!”

Everyone looked strangely at Sierra, and Dora finally started sneering.

“Really, swaggering about like you’re someone special. You’re even making a fake certificate now? So shameless.”

At that, Sierra pointed towards security.

“Throw Dora Simpson out of here and don’t let her back in again!”

Dora scoffed.

“Like I said, shameless, Sierra. The house belongs to Georgia anyway, and you’ll be the one getting the boot sooner or later!”

The others looked on. Kenny took the copies of the marriage certification and walked out.

The old man shot a deep glance at Sierra.

“Think carefully on what to do yourself.”

With that, he took Randy with him and left. Sierra roared with rage inside the living room.

When she was done with her tantrum, Sierra turned to the servants in the room.

“Where’s the young master and the madam? Bring them over.”

Those words were poisonous with hate, and the servants all shivered.

“Hold on, my lady, I’ll have them bring the madam and the young master over.”

The servants fled. Sierra suddenly smashed everything in front of her, flinging the ceramic tea sets on the tea table to the floor, cackling madly.

Not long afterwards, the servant who’d just spoken trembled and walked to Sierra’s side.

“My lady, the madam and the young master have disappeared.”