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 never waste my

adjusted

not clap back at Jameson because he was in

as he had

to Jameson,

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

the president of the company. But I'll generously allow you to indulge

took out a hanky and absentmindedly wiped his hand that patted

sewer rat, ruling

the hanky near Jameson's feet and

not have been offended by Josh's

no longer hide the menacing look in

the company

on

a Tsulu resort development project? Look into this later,"

furiously

Mr. Schmidt." Carl handed Jameson a long stainless steel

to have this. It just arrived

felt his chest tighten. He took the box and held it