Chapter 507

Beautiful weekends always seemed exceptionally short. By Monday, everyone was back in their professional attire, ready to start a new week of work.

In the CEO's office of X Corp., Immanuel knocked on the door and walked in with his briefcase. "Mr. Carlson, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I want you to draft a will." Cedric put down his pen and stated, shocking Immanuel and Evander.

"Mr. Carlson? Did you hear what you just said?" Evander, who was standing to the side, asked.

'Has Mr. Carlson lost his marbles or is he just not fully awake? Why would he think about drafting a will when he's only in his 30s?'

Cedric smiled faintly, but his resolute tone left no room for doubt. He was not crazy or sleep-deprived—he was serious about drafting a will.

"Mr. Carlson, how would you like it to be done?" Immanuel asked nervously.

He had handled numerous wills for wealthy families, but they were all for older individuals. Cedric, being so young, left him baffled as to why he would want to draft