"Yes, Grandpa," Jas Reed said with a smile, "Dad wants Charles to join the company, get familiar with its operations, and eventually hand over the company to him."
Hearing this, Ethan Seymour couldn’t help but mutter again, "Who’s going to hand the company over to him?"
Jas Reed almost wanted to give Ethan Seymour a slap. If you can’t help, at least don’t make things worse!
But fortunately, Jas Reed was "smart and wise," reluctantly turning to Ethan Seymour, saying, "Dad, don’t say things in anger."
Jas Reed smoothly eased the situation for Ethan Seymour, who moved his mouth but eventually gave in and stayed silent.
Jas, for the sake of the company, would endure that little brat for now.
"Grandpa, everything that happened before was just a misunderstanding. Now, given this opportunity, we ask for your intervention to bring Charles back. After all, we are all family, and the company will surely be handed over to Charles in the future," Jas Reed said earnestly.
Old Mr. Seymour stared at Jas Reed for a long ti without speaking, as if he were scrutinizing sothing.
Jas Reed stood there openly, allowing Old Mr. Seymour to look him over, utterly confident and unashad.
"Good, good!" Old Mr. Seymour finally nodded after a long observation, repeating it twice.
Jas Reed felt relieved inside, feeling that things were mostly going well.
Ethan Seymour wasn’t as optimistic as Jas Reed; he was still feeling uneasy.
See, his father imdiately agreed upon hearing that the brat was to take over the company.
Indeed, in his father’s heart, he didn’t care about Jas, his grandson, and favored that brat to an overwhelming extent.
"Dad, now you see? I was clearly doing it for their good, and yet they treat like this. They’re really ungrateful. You really should talk to them properly, what does this look like?" Ethan Seymour snorted, complaining to Old Mr. Seymour.
"What are you talking about!" Old Mr. Seymour snapped back directly. "Why didn’t you let Charles join the company before? Now that he wants to enter, do you think you’re the only smart person in the world, while everyone else is a fool? Is that it?"
"Dad, what are you saying?" Ethan Seymour beca anxious upon hearing this and felt extrely wronged, "I couldn’t let him join the company before, now that I do, it’s still not right. What exactly should I do?"
"Nonsense, and you’re wronged?" Old Mr. Seymour looked at Ethan Seymour, wishing he could smack him, questioning how he could have given birth to such a person?
When Ethan Seymour was born, he should have been strangled right away.
"Now, you want Charles in the company just to take advantage of him, don’t you? Seeing that he knows so many people, you want him to negotiate with Peace Group, right?" Old Mr. Seymour was not polite with Ethan Seymour, directly calling out the intentions of Ethan and Jas.
"After using Charles, will you still properly nurture him?" Old Mr. Seymour’s scornful gaze sliced across Ethan and Jas’s faces like a knife, extrely sharp.
"Don’t play your petty sches here, it’s disgraceful!"
Old Mr. Seymour’s words were even more severe than Sophie Wilson’s slap, making Ethan Seymour’s face burn while filling his heart with endless grievance. Without thinking, he blurted out, "I’m doing it for the company’s good too. He clearly can contribute to the company, so why doesn’t he? Is he just waiting to take advantage?"
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