Jameson sat back down gracefully. His arrogant tone of voice carried a sense of intimidation at the stime.

Jason stood there in fear. In his hesitation, Carl went up to him and offered him a lighter.

"You are a smart man, Mr. Derullere. I'm sure you understand that a new management often brings in a new batch of personnel. That said, Mr. Schmidt is a generous and kind man. He recognizes your talents. He hopes that you will be able to continue with your role as Schmidt Group's legal advisor.

"Once Mr. Schmidt is officially promoted, your family will also benefit from your loyalty. This is a win-win approach. Don't you wish to see this happen too, Mr. Derullere?" Jason was terrified. Deep down, he was immensely conflicted. But, it was obvious that Jameson's patience was running thin.

A few minutes later, he flicked the lighter and set the will aflame.

announced his decision to call for an emergency

couldn't even wait until Victor's funeral affairs were all dealt

with Carl and Jason

of a sudden, he stopped in his tracks. His dark eyes lit up, and

were walking slowly toward him from the other end of the hallway. They were dressed in formal,

was by his side, helping to support him as he walked. Following behind them were Jonah, Silas, Julien,

a low voice as he gawked

gaze. Nonetheless, the look

a viper had bitten her. "Do you see that, Jonah? That conniving son of a bitch started getting so excited the moment he set eyes on Lyse again." Silas lowered his voice and gritted his teeth. "If only I could claw his eyes out!" "Why would you want to dirty your fingers?" Julien teased with a grin

of all the evil deeds that Jameson had engaged

now, the root of all Sevil was right in front of them, albeit looking gentlemanly and miserable. A chill

asked in a

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