Can’t Win Me Back

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 have to let you down. I'll never

adjusted

not clap back at Jameson because he was in a

he had

to Jameson, hushing

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address you as Mr. Schmidt?" Josh taunted. "There's only

the company. But I'll

hanky and absentmindedly wiped his hand that

a sewer rat, ruling over your men in the

the hanky near Jameson's feet and marched

Josh's previous insults, but Josh's final remark had

longer hide the menacing look

he owns the company just because

cursed on Jameson's

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

teeth furiously and ordered

it, Mr. Schmidt." Carl handed Jameson a long stainless steel sanitization

you to have this. It

He took the