Chapter 267 Inherit the Longfellow Family
Marvin had recorded the way Janet was being reprimanded. He took his phone and instantly thought he could record Janet being educated by Donahue and his life would really be perfect.
Marvin cleared his throat. “Are you still worried about the company?”
“Not exactly. I just have to stay in bed all the time. Sooner or later, I will be out of my mind. Moreover, the domestic development of new products
makes me excited.”
Janet almost told others about Nathaniel’s acquisition of the jewelry company. After thinking for a while, she decided not to tell them.
Beacher was indifferent. “It’s just a design draft. I promise you. Whether it’s an electronic drawing board or brushes, ink, or paper, you’ll have them when you wake up tomorrow morning. But for now, you should think about how to
calm Donahue down. This is important. You’d better hurry up and write an essay of personal reflection.”
Janet was gloomy, so worried that she just wanted to find someone to beat
him up.
She couldn’t write it.
Since she was a child, she had never written an essay of personal reflection.
It was as if she was born not knowing how to admit her mistakes. No one
could understand the logic of her essay of personal reflection at all, and it
was just a few words.
Now that Donahue had forced her to write two pieces, she was really
anxious.
Holding the pen, Janet sat at the table for a long time. On the paper, there
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was nothing but the big words “respected brother“.
However, Janet did not dare to copy it on the Internet.
Donahue would definitely let his assistant search on the Internet for
comparison. When he found out that she copied, she would be punished
even more ruthlessly.
Thinking of this, Janet pursed her lips and looked at Marvin and Beacher who
were gloating.
“Marvin, Beacher…”
Unexpectedly, Marvin and Beacher turned around in unison as if they had
discussed it. “No!”
“Why? I haven’t said what I want you to do!” Janet was furious.
Marvin had a look of disdain. “You definitely want us to help you write it.
Donahue knows your writing level. If Donahue finds out that we wrote it for
you, Beacher and I will have to bear the consequences.”
Beacher deeply agreed and nodded vigorously.
Janet glared at them.
“How about this? I’ll tell you something that can make you happy,” Marvin
laughed.
Janet and Beacher raised their eyebrows. “What is it?”
Marvin smiled mysteriously.
In the Longfellow’s house.
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Conrad looked at the empty mailbox and his heart beat fast,
Janet had been missing for half a month.
Even the group of mercenaries had disappeared.
Conrad revealed a smile that was almost morbid,
That group of mercenaries were all professionals. This kind of situation usually meant…
Janet was already dead!
Now that Janet was dead, the Smedley family, as an outsider, had no right to
meddle in the affairs of the Longfellow family.
“Finally…” Mathilda raised her glass, her wrist trembling slightly. She looked
at Conrad with a charming smile, “Darling, you are so great!”
Conrad smiled proudly, and the couple clinked glasses.
Coral only cared about one thing.
“Then will Janet’s house belong to me?”
“Of course!” Conrad smiled.
Coral was overjoyed, and her eyes were filled with excitement and
resentment.
At that time, Janet drove her out, making her miserable and humiliated.
So what?
Now, she was going to become the hostess of that place!
“Dad, Mom, can I work in our company in the future?” Coral looked at her parents longingly.
Hearing this, Conrad frowned slightly.
He knew Coral really wasn’t talented in the business.
Moreover, why would a woman go to work?
Conrad thought of it and changed his mind.
In fact, if Coral could stay in the company for one or two years, with his guidance and the help of some big shots in the company, she could make some decent achievements, and it would be beneficial for her to marry into a
powerful family.
After all, in the future, he had to marry Coral to those upper–class families.
It would help their family a lot.
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