As a business tycoon who once stood shoulder to shoulder with Winston, the news of Victor's death should have been locked down. Only when the situation was more stable would they make a public announcement.

Unexpectedly, various media outlets fought to release the news, and it spread across the city like wildfire.

Jameson was the one who released the news. As of now, he was the only one left from the Schmidt family, so naturally, he would inherit the company. He finally got his wish. He climbed over mountains of corpses to reach the height of Schmidt Group's power.

Victor's body was temporarily placed in the hospital morgue. As his relative, Jameson refused to do an autopsy. Since the police did not find traces of foul play, the case was closed as an accidental death.

In the hospital's rest area, Jameson sat up straight on a black leather couch. His arms rested on the armrest naturally and with an air of authority. He closed his eyes and started imagining himself sitting on a throne.

"Dad, in my 30 over years of life, this is the best present you've given me. Thank you for this. Rest in peace." Knocks sounded at the door, and Jameson answered. Carl entered, followed by another man dressed in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase.

locked the

Derullere, please sit." Jameson smiled

a private lawyer for the entire Schmidt family. He had been working with his

Jason politely

react, but it was clear that he was displeased with

was more or less settled. They were just waiting for the next board meeting to announce officially that Schmidt Group was

only living relative left in the Schmidt family." Jason sighed with helplessness and sorrow. He retrieved the will, which had been edited countless times, from

the light when Jameson sprang up from his seat and grabbed

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