Zhang Yu's clarifying words quickly made it to the reports, and whether Feng Hao's woman and children believed them or not wasn't important.
The important thing was that after Feng Hao saw these reports, he let out a long breath, "That girl Lilly is good. She's doing well on Wall Street."
"If she's willing to manage the assets, the value should multiply several times."
The steward listened from the side, knowing some of the reports from the media these days were arranged by him to push this wave of public opinion, and he hadn't expected Zhang Yu to take no action.
"Are the accountant and lawyer arrangements all in place?" Feng Hao quietly gazed at the scenery outside the window.
Such a view was once very disliked by him, not as good as the hilltop mansion scenery nor as good as the mansion Zhang Yu currently lived in halfway up the hill.
Now, he just hoped he could see it for a few more days, though he knew his body couldn't hold out that long.
