Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 468: Jennie’s big budgets.

A mix of confusion and sock etched on grandma Mayfair's features. This was the first time she was hearing of this, and she wanted to know more. It was true she desperately wanted her daughter married off, but she was not so foolish as to push her into a fire pit.

"What dark past? Does this mean that he is not a good match for Maureen? Will something bad happen to her if she marries him?" Her mind twirled with multiple questions and scenarios that all ended in her daughter's death.

Her heart was beating irregularly, skipping beats and she started to breathe ruggedly like an asthma patient.

Phoebe gently pasted a talisman on her grandmother's back and smiled gently and warmly in a reassuring way to calm her down.

"Nana, breathe, even though he has some issues he is working on them just to be a great man for aunt but like I said let them work through it slowly on their own. Stop adding pressure to the situation or you will worsen it." She folded her lips.

Old lady Mayfair closed her eyes, breathing in and out slowly. Like Maureen, she started reconsidering this association with Alton Boyd, if he had issues maybe he was not the right man for her daughter. Just because Phoebe had said he was good; did not mean he was the best.

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Margaret Saxon had been a very busy woman after her precious son's death. She was determined to take over his business empire or at least what was left of it. The company was suffering from a lack of leadership, and the impending lawsuits had not been settled.

Rufus Saxon intended to settle those financial problems which made Margaret relived as she believed she could take over the company easily. The only problem she had was that she had failed to meet face to face with Morgan Skesgard, the managing director of D.P holdings.

She had been to the headquarters of D.P Holdings many times but she was told that the man was not available. The trick had worked a few times, but Margaret was determined not to give up, she was like a detective that was hungry to close a case. She stopped visiting D.P Holdings and planted spies in different buildings around, masquerading as cleaners or waiters. Their task was to watch Morgan's movements and alert her the moment he entered the premises of the company.

It paid off because she had received a phone call that morning informing her that Morgan had arrived.

"Are you sure that he is there right now? You have to make sure that it is the right man." Margaret asked her most trusted man, a bodyguard named Nut.

"Yes ma'am, it is him for certain." He responded right before his boss cut the call.

Without wasting any time, Margaret dressed in a red suit that she had selected purposefully to radiate power. When she was satisfied with how she looked, she stepped out of the house and left the tower grounds.

The servants who were hiding from her sighed with relief to see her go. Ever since the death of her son, she had become insufferable.

"Finally, she is gone, we can breathe now." One placed a hand to his chest.

"Where is she going anyway?"

"Who cares, as long as she is gone."

Gomez, the gardener that found Dickson's body shuffled his feet. He was the most uncomfortable person around Margaret. "I feel like the old patriarch punished me by sending that wicked witch to live in the houses near the servant quarters, each time I run into her that woman sends me death stares. It's almost like as though she blames me for her son's death." He shuddered not from the freezing breeze but from the remembrance of Margaret's icy glare.

"It was your bad luck that you found Mr. Dickson's body. If it was me, I would have walked past it like I had seen nothing especially because Mr. Dickson was a pain in the ass. Many of us were harassed by him but we kept quiet because we did not want to lose our jobs. You are just too nosy for your own good Gomez now see where it landed you." A maid clucked her tongue and added an eye roll.

"But I did not kill Mr. Dickson, I just stumbled on the body....."

Catalina the head maid of the Saxon household walked in and feigned a cough that brought Gomez's explanation to a hold.

With stern eyes, she looked at the ten servants that were discussing Margaret. "I do not believe that I need to remind you all that you signed a non-disclosure agreement not to talk about any issues surrounding the late Mr. Dickson especially anything related to his death. Besides, don't you have jobs to do or do you want me to relieve you of your duties right now?" The last words thundered out, commanding attention. Everyone scattered and went back to their specific duties.

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Unaware that Margaret was heading their way, it was business as usual at D.P holdings. David happened to be inside the building on this day. He usually passed by the headquarters when he had free time and when an important meeting was being held. It was important to him to see in person the progress of the company as one of the owners. In the past two months, Phoebe had come along a few times, today was supposed to be one of those times but she was advocating for Maureen, so she chose not to go.

He had finished going over the quarterly report which made him happy as he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"I like this Morgan, I knew I chose the right man for the job." David laughed.

"In that case, can you return Hobbi to me? You took a good right-hand man and sent him to help out at the orphanage where his skills are underutilized. He was a great help around here." Morgan echoed a complaint.

David let out an amused measured laugh. "Are you not the same man that was against me bringing him here because you wanted only your own people that you trusted? So, get one of them to fill the void." He answered. "There is no one that will run that orphanage more efficiently than Hobbi. My mother-in-law was sending me large bills like five million on blankets. She bought the children high end wool blankets that cost over two thousand dollars each!!"

Morgan laughed at his friend; he had seen Jennie's price list. She was running the orphanage as if it was the Mayfair Manor, buying the best of everything and to her the best meant high end and top dollar. The children in the orphanage were living like children of wealthy families. They used cups that cost one hundred dollars each, plates cost eighty dollars each, their clothes fell in the three hundred-to-ten-thousand-dollar range.

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Jennie Mayfair had only bought designer brands or sustainable luxury that was also known as eco-friendly. The pens the children used in class cost between four hundred to two thousand dollars, imported brands at that!

"She was killing me with her budgets, and even though I can afford it in the short run it was not feasible in the long run. When I told to cut back on the spending, she did not bring me a lunch box the following day and claimed she was cutting back on spending her money on me." David groaned and Morgan even louder.

After sharing his troubles of working with his mother-in-law, David started guiding Morgan on which companies to purchase or invest in.

"I do not know how you always know where to invest, this is surely more than intuition boss. It is almost like you know the future." Morgan's tone was laced with intrigue.

Letting out a chuckle, David peered directly into his gaze. "You keep forgetting that i have a shaman for a wife, you have her to thank for all this." He spoke casually.