Chapter 18
Zion sat down on the office chair and asked, "What do you mean?
Maeve had organized her thoughts at home. Devon could definitely afford several billions as he was a small to medium-sized entrepreneur. It would be suicidal for him to buy land in a sewage district with all his assets. It could only be for Zion
"The land in the sewage district has to be cleaned up if it's intended for commercial use, and that requires a lot of money. I'm guessing you need the land just for another channel for money laundering, which is a much better way to transfer your overseas assets, right?
"But now, this land is in your hands." This was also something Zion couldn't understand. While several billion for this piece of land might be worth it, ten billion dollars would be a huge loss.
"I'm not afraid to tell you that the Scott family is no longer the same as when my father was in charge. The current Scott family is just an empty shell. 1 need money to keep things going, so I must own that piece of land." Maeve was very serious.
This was a mixture of truth and falsehood. Indeed, the Scott family was no longer what it used to be, which was why Sergio became increasingly cold towards her in her previous life. For Sergio, this marriage was just a matter of interest. She meant nothing to Sergio, she was discarded like garbage once the Scott family went bankrupt in her previous life.
"Are you going to run the Scott family? Stop kidding me." Charlie's words were interrupted by a glance from Zion.
Charlie quickly noticed his wrong wording. "Ms. Scott, it's not that I look down on you, but your expertise is not in finance, and you haven't studied how to manage a company. Even though the Scott family is now an empty shell, with its vast assets, it won't be easy for you to convince those old guys."
"I know.
"And you're still..." Charlie was interrupted by another stare from Zion. He continued, "It's just unrealistic for you to run the Scott family."
"The Scott Group is an establishment left by my grandfather. I must hold on to it. Although I haven't studied it systematically, I have my own ways," Maeve continued.
"What ways?"
"I'll just go to school."
"Go to school?" Charlie was defeated by Maeve's train of thought.
"The finance school invested by Sergio. I should have no problem passing the exam."
"Are you confident?
"I am," Maeve said casually, but in fact, the school invested by Sergio was an international finance school filled with financial geniuses. It's definitely not an easy task to get in. Over the decades of its operation, there had only been one exception, Clara, and that was because of her high scores and Sergio's recommendation.
But Maeve lacked that foundation, so it wouldn't be easy for her to get in.
Charlie couldn't help but ask, "Are you trying to use connections?"
"Even if I can use connections now, can I use them in the future?" Maeve wasn't that foolish. The reason for her confidence was that she had learned a lot about finance and even sought advice from many financial big-shots in her previous life to please Sergio. In the end, her financial and practical knowledge had become very advanced, but unfortunately, she hadn't had the chance to showcase her skills in front of Sergio before the Scott family ran into trouble.
"Don't worry, I'm confident about this," Maeve said, "I came here not only to ask about Devon but also for that sewage district. If Mr. Spencer trusts me. my first project would be a collaboration with you" Charlie shook his head vigorously at Zion as he heard Maeve's words. No! No! This is definitely a losing deal! Have you forgotten the lesson of losing ten billion dollars? It was a disastrous loss! Zion ignored Charlie's frantic rejection and just smiled. "I'd love to collaborate with Ms. Scott If you're interested."
Thanks
you, then I'll excuse myself first." Marve smiled at Zion.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
After Maeve left, Charlie was hopping mad. "You said yes again! Isn't your money the same in Seathburn City? You're treating money like stones huk "Do you know why I agreed?" "Why"" Charlie anked.
a master's degree at the age of seventeen