Hildegarde was furious now.
He kept dangling divorce over her head like a threat. Did he really think Hildegarde Pruitt couldn't survive without Wilfred Dickerson?
She snatched up the agreement and skimmed it. A second later, her expression twisted. She slammed the papers onto the table.
"Wilfred, what the hell is this?"
"Why are you claiming so much of the assets?"
"You want Pruitt Group stock? In your dreams!"
"I built that company from nothing. What right do you have to my shares?"
Wilfred's face remained blank.
"Hildegarde, did you really think I spent all these years just puttering around the kitchen? When Pruitt Group went public, I bought three hundred lots of stock. I now personally hold fifteen percent of the company."
"I don't want anything from the Pruitt family. But that fifteen percent? That's mine, and I'm taking it."
"What?"
Hildegarde went pale. Patrick looked equally stunned.
Fifteen percent personal stake in Pruitt Group.
At the current share price of twelve dollars and eighty cents, fifteen percent came to... six hundred million dollars.
This useless man had that kind of money?