America’s Big Hero

August 7, 1984.

It took more than two hours before the funeral was completed. Based on the basic respect for the deceased, Sean was well-mannered throughout the process.

This is not over yet, too many celebrities who came to the funeral from all over the United States and even Europe have to be settled, sent away, or arranged to stay, so Sean and Saul still have to wait.

It was getting dark all the time, and the work over there was finally over, and I finally found time to deal with the will of his illegitimate son.

In one of the villas in the 75 buildings, Sean and Saul were invited into the living room.

As soon as he came in, Sol's eyes were blurred. The chandelier was made of pure natural crystal, the table was made of rosewood, the tea set was made of sterling silver, and even the tablecloth on the table was hand-embroidered with top-quality silk. Then I took out one of the works of art, which is priceless!

Sean didn't pay attention to those, the Forbidden City has seen the dragon chair...

He immediately noticed the beautiful middle-aged woman sitting in the center, and he had to say that there are no ugly wives that rich people find. A woman who is almost 60 is wearing a white dress, and I don't know if it is because of her temperament. He doesn't look old at all, and has a bit of charm. He is the focus when he comes out, completely overshadowing the three sons and one daughter around him.

"Madam, good evening." Sean bowed slightly to ask the question mark. The waiter had mentioned the name of the lady who was in charge of the house before, but he forgot.

The middle-aged beautiful woman just glanced up and down at Sean, didn't speak, didn't even nod her head, and just gave a blond man standing beside her a look.

This made Sean frown, and the original goodwill disappeared in an instant.

The blond-haired square-faced man came over with a document, "Hi, Mr. Sean Rockefeller, I am Philemon D. Rockefeller's lawyer, according to Mr. Philemon's will and the rules of the Rockefeller family, you will Received a monthly sum from the Rockefeller Family Trust."

Sean glanced over the faces of the middle-aged woman and the three sons and one daughter, and finally looked at the lawyer in front of him. He didn't speak, but nodded with a straight face.

"Every month..."

Saul next to him blushed with excitement. This is the Rockefeller Family Trust Fund, 1 million, is it too much, 500,000, no, even 200,000 is enough, rich, rich!

"Ten thousand dollars, until you die."

"How much?!" Without waiting for Sean to speak, Sol jumped up, blushing and shouting loudly, "Say it again, how much is it!?"

"Ten thousand, US dollars." The blond man said with a blank expression.

At this moment, how can Saul care about the luxury of the Rockefeller Manor, how much the furnishings in the house are worth, and how many billionaires are sitting there? He growled loudly like a lone wolf whose tail was stepped on, "Then Impossible, is this how the Rockefellers treat their children?"

"Xiao En has lived abroad for more than 20 years, dropped out of school, and made life difficult, so he had to join the army and go to the battlefield!"

"Rockefeller owes Sean, and as a father, Philemon D. Rockefeller also owes Sean. He has not fulfilled the slightest responsibility of a father!"

"Not at all!"

"It's not fair!"

"God won't forgive him!" Saul roared, with a hideous face and waving his arms, he was really stimulated by the ten thousand dollars.

Yes, $10,000 may seem like a lot, but you fucking Rockefellers!

One of the richest families in the United States and the world, synonymous with power and wealth!

In the end, he only planned to spend 10,000 dollars a month to send homeless people away!

"You are humiliating Sean, you are humiliating Mr. Philemon D. Rockefeller, and you are discrediting the name Rockefeller!"

"I don't believe it, you must be hiding something. As Sean's lawyer, I want to see the original will!" Saul spit, and at this moment he has no respect for Rockefeller at all.

"enough!"

"alright."

Two voices appeared at the same time.

'Enough' was the middle-aged woman who called Philemon's wife.

'Okay' was what Sean said.

"This is the Rockefeller family estate, not a place to show you barbarism." The middle-aged woman stared at Saul and said coldly: "You are not qualified to evaluate the Rockefeller family."

"As for the will, show him."

The middle-aged woman ordered, and the blond man lowered his head and opened the folder in his hand.

"I don't think there is anything special about Rockefeller Manor, and I don't think you are more noble than Sol." Sean interrupted suddenly: "But, no need."

Sol looked over in astonishment, and the middle-aged women in the room also looked at Sean. Only then did they realize that Sean was very calm from the beginning to the end, even when he heard the mere $10,000 when.

"What are you doing?" Thor asked in a low voice eagerly.

Sean raised his hand to stop the blond man who was about to hand over his will, "I said, don't read it, just take the document and sign it."

"You're crazy." Saul was really anxious, grabbing Sean's arm extremely hard.

"Ten thousand is ten thousand." Sean grinned.

"No, Sean, this is not right. There must be a problem here, and you don't deserve it." Sol's face turned black with anxiety, but Sean raised his hand to hold him down.

Sean's performance was too abnormal. The middle-aged woman stared at Sean for a while, and said, "Rockefeller has the Rockefeller family's rules. As long as there is Rockefeller family blood, then the minimum monthly income can be obtained from the family trust fund." Ten thousand dollars."

"This money is paid once a month. It cannot be overdrawn or received in advance. It guarantees the basic living needs of the family's children in the most difficult times."

"Don't do anything you shouldn't, don't tarnish the name Rockefeller."

Sean just smiled, neither speaking nor nodding, he reached out to take the document handed over by the blond man, and signed his name directly on it.

Sean King Rockefeller.

"You!" Saul's face was wrinkled, but Sean's smile on his face was firm and abnormal. He had no choice but to stomp his feet resentfully, signed his name on the lawyer's place, and signed Sean's bank account wrote it up.

Afterwards, he slapped the document heavily in the hands of the blond lawyer with a full face of displeasure.

Xiao En's eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the room, and paused for a moment on the face of a beautiful half-brother who didn't know whether it was his sister or his sister, "Goodbye, everyone."

"Goodbye." The middle-aged woman didn't speak, but the three brothers replied.

The Rockefeller family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the sixth generation has been born so far. For the rich and idle Rockefeller family men, it is quite normal to have illegitimate children. Already had two illegitimate children.

The three brothers are already used to it, and they don't think there is anything wrong with it. Moreover, the family has its own set of rules for treating illegitimate children, so there is no need to worry about anything, and there is no conflict or antagonism.

Of course, married women are an exception...