Ralap Lee smiled easily and said, "Don’t be so nervous. I don’t an anything by it. I’m just thinking about the company’s best interests."
"Everyone can see that Charles knows more people. If he were to lead the collaboration with Peace Group, there would be more support, and the chances of securing the deal would be greater. What do you all think?" Ralap Lee didn’t care about the look on Ethan Seymour’s face. To him, as long as there was money to be made, he was satisfied.
He wasn’t in the company to do charity; he was there to make money.
"Are you joking?" Ethan Seymour sneered sarcastically, "Has he ever been involved in the company’s affairs? Has he ever worked at the company or prepared for a collaboration with Peace Group?"
"He hasn’t done anything, and yet you want him to take over. Do you actually want the company to succeed or are you trying to sabotage this collaboration?" Ethan Seymour questioned coldly, "Did you take so benefits from the rivals and are here to cause trouble?"
Ralap Lee sneered, "You certainly have an imagination. Would I let my own assets shrink?"
"If not, why would you hand such an important collaboration with Peace Group over to Charles Seymour? What are you thinking?" Ethan Seymour snorted coldly, asking with discontent.
"Seriously, what’s up with you today, why can’t you think straight?" Ralap Lee’s father was one of the veterans who struggled alongside Old Mr. Seymour, so he naturally had considerable clout in the company and wasn’t afraid of Ethan Seymour, allowing him to speak more freely.
"Letting Charles Seymour be the frontman doesn’t an he’s going to handle everything." Ralap Lee rolled his eyes at Ethan Seymour, filled with disdain, "Think about it, with the people Charles Seymour knows, wouldn’t Peace Group give it more consideration? No one would mind having more connections."
"Aren’t there specifics that Jas Reed will handle?" As soon as Ralap Lee finished speaking, the shareholders in the eting room repeatedly nodded, thinking this was an excellent idea.
"This matter concerns a major issue for our company. How about we put it to a vote? What does everyone think?" As soon as Ralap Lee asked, the shareholders imdiately echoed in agreent.
Ethan Seymour was so furious that he ground his molars, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. These guys... these profit-seeking guys!
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"Sophie... um... pay attention..." Charles Seymour half-closed his eyes and let out a soft hum, causing the temperature in the entire room to rise dramatically.
"Oh my god! Why are you making noises?" Sophie Wilson glared angrily at the person lying on her lap, "I’m just cleaning your ears, why are you making such suggestive noises?"
Sophie Wilson’s cheeks flushed red, and she glared "viciously" at the person. His noises easily brought back mories of what happened on the night of their engagent.
Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson with an incredibly innocent expression, "Cleaning my ears feels nice."
"Shut up, no more sounds!" Sophie Wilson warned fiercely.
After making a zipping motion across his lips, Charles Seymour lay back down.
Sophie Wilson continued cleaning his ears. Hmph, this man couldn’t be spoiled.
While furiously thinking to herself, Sophie Wilson’s hand movents remained incredibly gentle, afraid of causing him any pain.
Absorbed in her task, Sophie Wilson had no idea that soone was gazing at her with a blissful stare. He reached out, gently poking Sophie’s belly, which made her gasp sharply.
"Charles Seymour, can’t you behave for a mont?" Sophie Wilson raised her hand, glaring at the man whose behavior seed to regress to that of a three-year-old.
"Nope!" Charles Seymour curled his lips and gave a straightforward answer.
Sophie Wilson raised her eyebrows, then leaned down and planted a fierce kiss on his lips, boldly asking, "Can you now?"
Charles Seymour was stunned for a mont, and his earlobes turned crimson: "Yes, I can."
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