Chapter 922: Chapter 922 Frontline of Eating Melons Chapter 922: Chapter 922 Frontline of Eating Melons In the evening, Michael Marshall went to his father’s study.

Seeing his son arrive, Mr.

Alexander Marshall’s face instantly darkened, his lips pressed tightly together.

Looking at his father, Michael Marshall softly pleaded, “Dad, please bless Matthew Marshall and Hannah Jenkins.

At the end of the year, hold a wedding for them.”
Mr.

Alexander Marshall’s face was stern, his gaze meaningful as he stared at his son, “You know, it’s precisely because you were not firm in your stance that you destroyed your first marriage.”
Michael frowned in displeasure, “Dad, I’m talking to you about Matthew’s situation.”
“Matthew’s situation?” Mr.

Alexander Marshall snorted coldly, “Even if I die, that woman will never set foot in the Marshall family’s home in this lifetime.”
Michael’s face also underwent a great change, containing his burgeoning anger, “Do you actually like a cheap woman like Olivia Jenkins?

Have you become senile, Dad?”
Mr.

Alexander Marshall’s fierce eyes blazed with anger as he glared at Michael, “Don’t you understand even now?

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It’s exactly because you’ve always been indecisive, wavering back and forth, that has caused your two sons to live like enemies, never giving up until one of us is dead.

It’s turned home into not a home, and you are the root of the Marshall family’s sorrow!”
Michael snorted with laughter, his eyes brimming with irony as he watched his agitated father, “This perfectly illustrates the saying, ‘A crooked beam leads to a crooked house’!

Dad, you were too over the top in the past, and now, it’s your son and grandson who are reaping the consequences.”
“Get out!”
“Olivia Jenkins has given birth to a bastard; how do you feel about it?

Do you also wish to doom your future great-grandson?”
Mr.

Alexander Marshall pressed his lips tightly together, only picking up an object from the desk and hurling it at his son.

Michael didn’t dodge, glaring resentfully at his father, “Aren’t you the one who caused all of today’s troubles?”
“Butler, throw this man out!”
The butler, who was waiting outside, came in and cautiously asked the gentleman to leave.

Before leaving, Michael left a message, “Dad, don’t bother yourself with my family affairs.

It’s only right for me to hold a wedding for my son.

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You don’t want to be a great-grandfather, but I want to be a grandfather.”
How did he, so wise in life, end up with such a foolish son?

Such a disappointment!

Mr.

Alexander Marshall was so angry that his eyes were filled with blazing fury.

Soon after, Martin Wallace arrived, along with Mr.

Alexander Marshall’s personal doctor.

Overnight, Mr.

Alexander Marshall revised his will.

He wouldn’t give even a penny to Matthew Marshall or Michael Marshall; he would provide no escape for the Thompson siblings.

…

Early in the morning, the news that Martin Wallace and the personal doctor had arrived at Beverly Hills one after another last night, leaving only an hour later, dominated the headlines of all major media outlets.

They speculated that Mr.

Alexander Marshall was amending his will.

When the media inquired, Martin Wallace disclosed that, indeed, there was such a matter, but other details were not convenient to reveal.

Furthermore, there was another speculation online that Mr.

Alexander Marshall was immensely upset with Daniel Marshall and Olivia Jenkins, and perhaps the Marshall Corporation would take even bigger actions to come.

At the stock market opening in the morning, the share price trend of the Marshall Corporation was also about to become the center of attention.

All sorts of media were also waiting at the entrance of the registrar’s office, waiting for Daniel Marshall and Olivia Jenkins to appear, to live stream and witness the divorce of a hundred-billion dynasty.

Many people had entered the live streaming rooms early, rushing to the front line of the spectating crowd.

People with ulterior motives were all smug about it.

…

Olivia Jenkins was dressed properly, exuding a cool arrogance as she went to the registrar’s office as agreed.

The children’s health center called, requesting parents to bring their child back for a checkup, and Benjamin Johnson also took his son out.

The signal was blocked in the villa area; Daniel got out of the Rolls-Royce and, with a group of people, swaggered into Benjamin Johnson’s villa.