Then, Josh flashed a generous smile and patted Jameson on the shoulder, saying, "Dad is getting old,

and recent events have taken a toll on him. It's time for him to rest. Come to me for work discussions

instead of bothering Dad."

"That's right, Jimmy. You have a lot to learn from Josh—he's the president after all," Victor chimed in,

reinstating his trust and respect for his eldest.

Jameson glared at Josh, his deep eyes spelling danger, but managed a humble smile. "Josh is indeed

capable. I have much to learn from him. Josh, best of luck with your new project."

Leaving the study with a scowl, Jameson walked down the corridor. Josh caught up, calling out,

"Jimmy, why the rush? Dad wants to have dinner with all of us."

"Do you really want to have dinner with me?" Jameson spun around and fixed his piercing gaze on

Josh.

"Of course. Why not?" Josh broke into a smile, unable to suppress the glee from his recent victory. "I

enjoy seeing you seething from losing out to me. More than anything, I'd like to see your disappointed

face when you're seated across from your victim, who is now safe and sound. That must be really

amusing to see."

I'll never waste

adjusted

clap back at Jameson because

as he had

Carl hurried over to Jameson, hushing

Josh taunted. "There's only one Mr. Schmidt

company. But I'll generously allow you

took out a hanky and absentmindedly wiped his hand that

rat, ruling

the hanky near Jameson's feet and marched

not have been offended by Josh's previous insults, but Josh's final remark had

longer hide the menacing

Does that scoundrel think he owns the company just because of a

cursed on Jameson's

would he suddenly get hold of a Tsulu resort development project? Look into

teeth furiously and ordered

long

to have this. It

tighten. He took the box and

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