“That’s not what I meant, I want to know what your decision is regarding the will.” Angie said.
“If you don’t contest the will then we can move fairly quickly.” Paul looked at Flora. “Do you plan to challenge the will?”
“Why? You made it clear that my father’s provision to me was to take it or leave it deal.”
“That’s correct.” Paul nodded.
Flora should have known that her father would leave for her everything under conditions and still control her from the grave. Now suddenly, the lines were blur and she didn’t know what to think anymore.
“Can I sell off everything?”
“As soon as they legally belong to you.”
Thirty million dollars in exchange for her pain. After that, she could go anywhere she liked.
That night Flora had a dream that turned into a nightmare. She dreamed she’d finally fulfilled her father’s will and was able to leave Westfield. She was a free woman buzzing with pleasure. The sun heat and poured all over her, heating and bathing her in the light she could hardly see. She was finally warm and wore a killer dress. Life couldn’t get any much better.
Ricky was in her dream, he handed her a bag full of cash like she had won a lottery. She shoved it in the co driver’s seat of her Ferrari and jumped in. with the ten million beside her, she headed out of town feeling like a celebrity, and the closer she drove to the Westfield city limits, the lighter she felt.