Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 37: "Good morning, everyone." Candice entered and bowed slightly to everyone present. Then she sat next to Healy. Brooks looked at Candice with wide, surprised eyes. She was Mrs. Harman. How had she become the attorney for the opposing party? Thinking this, he glanced at Greyson. Were they going through some marital discord or something? At that moment, Greyson's expression darkened even more. "Let me introduce her. This is Candy, our attorney." Healy glanced at Candice and continued, "She's amazing.

She looks very young, but she's already the best lawyer at the Hope Law Firm." Candice nodded with a smile and greeted everyone. When her eyes met Greyson's, her face remained expressionless. "Will you please explain to them why Harmony Hospital has already been a part of Universe Financial Group, Candy?" Healy began, reclining in his chair and crossing his legs. At the same time, Greyson clenched his fists tighter. Candice dipped her chin and adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. Then she took out a thick document from her briefcase and showed it to everyone present.

The ten-year-old pages had yellowed over time. "There is an addendum to this contract." Candice turned to the last page and said, "It details the contract's implementation and how to handle disputes. Here's the stamp and signature. As you can see, they match those on the main contract. It is indeed an additional agreement that both parties clearly signed at the same time." "Mr. Harman, will you please confirm that this is your father's signature? It's Lamont Harman's, right?" Candice asked, handing the contract to Greyson. Greyson took the papers and scanned them carefully.

There it was-his father's signature. Greyson would never forget it. Stay connected at gⱯlnσνℯs․com Lamont had accumulated many debts. In the end, he mortgaged Harmony Hospital to pay them all off. His gambling addiction had truly and completely ruined him. For generations, the Harman family had dominated the healthcare industry. Harmony Hospital was their crown jewel and generated most of their fortune. The mortgage contract had a ten-year term and could not be terminated while it was in effect. Ten years had finally passed.

The Harman family had to pay one billion dollars to cover both the principal and the interest. Greyson just wanted to reclaim Harmony Hospital to erase his family's shame. Unexpectedly, Candice... Damn it! She knew very well that this was the one thing he cared about most. He had spent all these years working hard for it. Despite that, she still chose to stand with those who opposed him. "If there are no doubts, I will continue." Seeing that Greyson said nothing, Candice turned the addendum to a middle page and continued, "Here's an important term, which I'll explain to you.

Any changes to the mortgage contract need to be signed by the guarantor, Arius Murray. Otherwise, they will be deemed invalid. After ten years, Universe Financial Group shall acquire Harmony Hospital." Hearing that, Brooks said in a low voice, "Arius Murray, the president of the General Chamber of Commerce? Didn't he die of a heart attack last year? How could he sign anything if he's no longer around? Then..." "Yes," Candice pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and continued, "Yes, the guarantor is dead. But this is a stipulated condition in the contract.

If it can't be satisfied, then..." Greyson slowly widened his eyes and gritted his teeth. Back then, for security purposes, his grandfather had especially asked Arius, the president of the General Chamber of Commerce, to be the contract's guarantor. His grandfather didn't want his father to act recklessly, so he thought putting a guarantor in place would be a good idea. Now it had become an obstacle. Candice put on a close-lipped smile and shrugged. "In short, you can't redeem Harmony Hospital." Greyson couldn't stand it anymore.

The next moment, he rose from his seat and strode toward Candice. Keeping her expression neutral, Candice looked up at him. He grabbed her arm, pulled her to her feet, and began dragging her out. "May I talk to you for a minute?" . . .