Heart Hunting

Chapter 10



Chapter 10

Poppy dials the intercom and asks for two cups of coffee.

The mellow aroma of coffee mixes with the cold air, and the warm sunshine falls on the floor through

the window. The atmosphere in the office is a little weird.

The source of this weird atmosphere is Jean.

She seems to be thinking of something, and is about to speak. But she still says nothing.

"What do you want to ask, Miss Barnes?” Poppy reads her mind at a glance.

"If I may ask, do you know Mr. Kenny well?”

“Not so well.” Her words catch Poppy's attention. What does she want to do? When she sees Jean's

eyes, Poppy seems to get it.

"Then why did he come to you by himself?” Jean asks curiously.

"He invited me to join Dakings Group as a legal counsel, but I have no interest, so I refused!”

"You're not interested in such an attractive man?” Jean's hostility to her is somewhat relieved.

Poppy seems to have heard a bad joke. "Not all the women have to be interested in your so-called

attractive men, don’t we?"

Jean is stunned by her rhetorical question. Poppy asks tentatively, “Miss Barnes is interested in him?”

Jean's eyes have already acquiesced. Poppy swims with the current. She says with regret, "but it's a

pity that he has a fiancee.”

“Who?” As expected, Jean's face changes when she hears the news. She looks a little fierce when she

gets angry.

"The daughter of Mr.Green in Greengy enterprise, her name seems to be...Ethel!”

“Ethel?!” Jean sniffs.

During the conversation, poppy leaves Jean a good impression. What Jean like is the indifference in

Poppy's eyes, not like the fawning look of other lawyers.

She brushes the dust of her long dress and says, "you should have seen the information about my

case?”

"It is necessary to know the client's background and case history before interviewing the client.” When

talking back to work, Poppy is serious, but her eyes are still fixed on Jean, observing her every micro

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Jean likes her decisiveness, "but the information is not always exhaustive." She says. There seems to

be a trace of melancholy in her eyes.

“If you don't mind, tell me about it.”

Jean looks at her in surprise and nods. "My fourth husband, Abbott Butler, 52, had a myocardial

infarction. He died in a sudden.”

"Did the police get involved in the investigation?”

"Yes, the death certificate issued by the forensic indicates that my husband died of a sudden

myocardial infarction, which is a normal death.”

"Then why are you suing?”

Jean is suddenly in a rage. "My husband died in a sudden. He didn't make a will. I should have the right

to inherit half of his inheritance. But Ben, the son of he and his ex-wife, said that the company was the

result of his parents' efforts. He wouldn't give it to me.”

"And even the house is under the name of Abbott and his ex-wife. Ben also put his father's death on

me. He insisted that I was not qualified to inherit the heritage, and that I should move out of the

mansion. But his mother has been dead for several years, and the rightful Mrs.Butler now is me!.”

After listening to her story patiently, Poppy ponders for a long time and asks seriously, "did you notarize

the premarital property before you and Mr. Butler got married?”

Jean shakes her head.

Poppy turns the pen in her hand and sometimes knocks it on the folder. She is thinking, and Jean

doesn't dare to disturb her.

Jean knows her case is very difficult. So she has been searching for Poppy many times and finally

found her.

A little moment later, Poppy's clear and powerful voice rings out, "since there is no will, and there is no

premarital property notarization, according to Article 10 of Chapter II of the inheritance law, if the

deceased has no legal will, the first order of inheritance should be spouse, children and then parents.

You are the first legal heir, you have the right to inherit his legacy..."

When Jean hears Poppy's analysis, there is a little hope rising in her heart. She curiously interrupts,

"Miss Green, if I fight this lawsuit with Ben, how much is the odds?”

Time flows quietly, and Poppy analyses the case with Jean.

"The law has its own criteria. Even if you and Mr. Butler are remarriage, you are protected by the law

and have the right to inherit the heritage. In addition, your husband's cause of death has been involved

by the police and proved by the forensic doctor. The cause of his death has nothing to do with you, so

you don't need to care about Ben's untruthful remarks. Even in court, if he charges you, it doesn't

constitute any legal basis!”

Jean breaths a sigh of relief. “But what do I need to prepare for the lawsuit?”

Poppy looks down at the information she provided. Some of the data are fragmentary. She says, "I will

send someone to contact you, and my assistant will ask you for some details. By the way, before the

end of the trial, I would like to remind you to pay attention to the image, not to have any negative news,

give a good impression to the judge first, some things can't be in a rush!”

Poppy raises a smile with a hint that only they two can read.

When Jean hears this, she smiles, "don't worry, my image has always been positive. It's those smelly

men who can't control the lower body.”

When Poppy listens to her, she relaxes a little and leans back.

Jean straighten her back, and says, "Only mature women of my age are attractive. Men like the style

like me.”

She even gives Poppy a wink.

Poppy deliberately says, "Miss Barnes is very attractive to men, but not women. It's better to save your

energy to the people who you want to attract."

She means...Kenny!

They two think of the same person. Jean coughs softly, "I have my own way.”

Poppy smiles and says nothing. When the folders are closed, she seriously states, "I've finished

reminding you. What to do in the future depends on you. Don't get caught by the other party.”

"Don't worry, just be well prepared to win this lawsuit for me!”

“No problem.” Poppy smiles confidently.


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