After Jas Reed finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving the crowd whispering among themselves.
The shareholders of Seymour Corporation quietly asked Ralap Lee, "Do you think what Jas Reed said is believable?"
Ralap Lee snorted, dismissively saying, "Whether it’s believable or not makes no difference to us."
"How can it be the sa? If we can collaborate with Peace Corporation, profits will definitely soar, but if we can’t..."
"It’ll just be like it is now." Ralap Lee laughed indifferently, "Isn’t the current money enough for you?"
The shareholder laughed awkwardly, "Enough is enough, but who ever complains about having too much money?"
"That’s why I said it makes no difference to us. But for Jas Reed, it’s a different story." Ralap Lee tapped his fingers on the table with a aningful smile, "The future of the Seymour Family hinges on this. Do you think Jas Reed won’t go all out?"
A few shareholders of Seymour Corporation chuckled and nodded in agreent.
After all, why should they be anxious?
The person who should really be anxious is Jas Reed.
The one most eager to secure the collaboration with Peace Corporation now isn’t them—it’s Jas Reed.
In the hotel suite, Jas Reed and the others sat around the table where the dishes had long been served, but were gradually losing their warmth, missing the best ti to eat. Yet, who cared?
None of them felt like picking up their chopsticks.
"Grandpa, why did Dad go to Peace Corporation?" Ophelia Wilson, seeing Jas Reed’s tense face, felt her heart twist. At this mont, she certainly couldn’t let Jas take the bla, so all the faults naturally had to be placed on Mason Wilson.
Who asked Mason Wilson to turn so callously upon finding out she wasn’t his biological daughter.
If he was heartless, she couldn’t be blad for being ruthless.
Old Mrs. Wilson glared at Ophelia Wilson fiercely. If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, he truly could have slapped her twice.
She asked him, who should he ask?
"Old Mrs. Wilson, what on earth is going on?" Ethan Seymour also looked at Old Mrs. Wilson after listening to Ophelia.
Old Mrs. Wilson sighed heavily, smiling helplessly, "You’ve really asked the wrong person. How my relationship with him is known to everyone. Why he’s at Peace Corporation, I really don’t know."
"No wonder he doesn’t co back, dares to confront now, turns out he’s found support." Old Mrs. Wilson frowned deeply, clearly in a bad mood.
"How he went to Peace Corporation isn’t important, what’s important is why he wants to ruin Seymour Corporation’s collaboration with Peace Corporation." Ethan Seymour angrily questioned.
He just wanted an explanation.
Do they know how many sleepless nights Jas spent for this collaboration?
Do they know how long Jas prepared for this collaboration?
Now everything’s ruined just because of one Mason Wilson!
"Hey, isn’t your behavior a bit strange?" Erie Wilson couldn’t sit still, slapped the table in anger, and asked, "What does this have to do with my brother? He just went to find a job, haven’t heard of an employee influencing the boss’s decisions?"
"What’s more, why are you questioning us? We also want to secure the collaboration with Peace Corporation. Instead of questioning us, why don’t you reflect on how bad your strategy really is that it couldn’t even convince Peace Corporation." Erie Wilson didn’t care how ugly the faces of the Seymour family were, she just blurted it out straight.
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