Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

There, on the bottom of the page, was the notarized seal, accompanied by the following
words:
Signed in the presence of FIONA TUNG CHENG and ALFRED SHANG
on this the Ninth day of June 2009
Eddie’s eyes almost bulged out of his head. “Fucky fuck, my wife was a witness?”
“Indeed she was,” Freddie replied.
“That bitch never told me! And the will was signed in 2009? How is this possible?”
Eddie said, almost shrieking.
“Stop asking stupid questions, you goblok! *4 She took a pen and signed it!” Alfred
scolded him, getting fed up.
Eddie ignored his great-uncle. “But this means she never changed her will? Not even
when Nicky married Rachel?”
Nick realized his cousin was right. After all the endless speculation about being
disinherited, it turned out his grandmother never once waivered from her original plan.
She left a majority stake of Tyersall Park to his father, knowing one day it would be
passed down to him. Suddenly he felt an enormous wave of guilt wash over him. Why did
he waste so many years being mad at Ah Ma?
But Eddie wasn’t done with his tirade. He stormed over to Freddie Tan’s chair and
looked him in the eye accusingly. “The other day when you came to see my grandma, you
told me I was going to be the main beneficiary!”
Freddie looked startled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I said no such thing.”
“You told me I was the ‘man of the hour’!”
Freddie almost began to laugh, but seeing the look on Eddie’s face, he tried to soften
the blow. “Eddie, I was making a pun about the Patek Philippe you were wearing. You had
on the 150th-anniversary Jump Hour Reference 3969 watch. One of my favorite models.”
Eddie glared at him incredulously before crumbling into his chair in embarrassment.
Alix gave her son a pitiful look, and then turned to the lawyer. “Freddie, I’m not clear
about how my mother’s financial holdings are going to be divvied up. What about her
other stocks and her share of Shang Enterprises?”
Freddie looked very uncomfortable and swiveled his chair in Alfred’s direction.
“Your mother had no other stocks, aside from Ling Holdings,” Alfred said.
“But Mummy had a huge stock portfolio—she told me she had every blue-chip counter!
Wasn’t she the biggest private shareholder in Keppel Land, Robinson’s, Singapore Press
Holdings?” Felicity argued.
Alfred shook his head. “No, I am.”
“But doesn’t she share all that with you? As co-owner of Shang Enterprises?”
Alfred leaned back in his chair and looked at Felicity. “You need to understand
something…Shang Enterprises—the shipping company, the trading firm, all our various