"We can only say we’ve done our best," Jas Reed said modestly, "The company still belongs to the Seymour Family. Of course, I hope big brother can co back to take charge. His abilities far surpass mine."
Jas Reed never forgets his persona. He’s the good brother who never fights or competes, only contributing to the Seymour Corporation, always wishing for his big brother’s return.
"Your big brother... he has his own company too," the person said with a subtle smile.
What he actually wanted to say was that Charles Seymour probably doesn’t even take the Seymour Corporation seriously.
With the Peace Group thriving under Charles Seymour’s leadership, why would he return to the Seymour Corporation?
Not to ntion the company is smaller than Peace Group; more importantly, it still has a father who doesn’t favor him. Charles Seymour isn’t foolish enough to co back and endure that, is he?
Of course, he only thought these words to himself, especially after just finishing a partnership talk with Ophelia Wilson. He had to prioritize the company’s interests.
"No matter what, the position in the Seymour Corporation that belongs to big brother will always be reserved for him," Jas Reed said resolutely.
He really perford the role of a moral exemplar to perfection.
With such magnanimity from Jas Reed, if Charles Seymour were to still fuss over it, it could only be said that Charles Seymour was petty and immature.
This side had Ophelia Wilson and Charles Seymour surrounded by layers of people. Naturally, the specific cooperation details couldn’t be finalized now, but they first reached a cooperative intention, and Ophelia Wilson would let Albert Fletcher continue discussing the specifics with them.
By the ti Old Mr. Seymour and others finished their al, Ophelia Wilson and Jas Reed were still engaged in talks here.
Old Mr. Seymour glanced at the ti and didn’t plan to stay any longer. As Old Mr. Seymour’s grandson-in-law, Alexander Campbell couldn’t neglect the guests and had to go over to greet those engrossed in conversation.
Only then did those people realize Old Mr. Seymour had finished his al and was leaving.
It was embarrassing, a bit awkward, but compared to interests, what does this little embarrassnt matter?
They quickly greeted Old Mr. Seymour and saw him out the door. They would remain here to continue talks with Ophelia Wilson.
"Dad, I won’t see you off then. Jas and Ophelia are discussing cooperation with them here. If it works out, it will be even more convenient for the Seymour Corporation to collaborate with them in the future," Ethan Seymour said proudly. Though these words were directed at Old Mr. Seymour, his gaze was unmistakably fixed on Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson.
What were those two guys so proud of?
Sending a ’Miss,’ do they think that’s impressive?
Look, achieving cooperation that can bring long-term benefits to the Seymour Corporation, that’s true capability.
In the face of Ethan Seymour’s provocation, Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson... completely ignored him.
Charles Seymour was helping Sophie Wilson adjust her coat, fastening her buttons, while Sophie Wilson was talking to Clarissa Taylor, having no extra attention for Ethan Seymour at all.
Ethan Seymour: "..."
That feeling of punching the air almost strained his back.
"Hmm, okay," Old Mr. Seymour felt so disappointed with Ethan Seymour that it couldn’t get any worse. Let him be as he pleases.
Not getting Old Mr. Seymour’s praise left Ethan Seymour sowhat disgruntled, but considering that gaining Jas’s recognition from the old man was a long-term affair, Ethan Seymour didn’t dwell on imdiate gains.
Old Mr. Seymour and his group went to the parking lot, and Sophie Wilson was called aside by Old Mr. Seymour alone.
"What’s wrong, Grandpa, Grandma?" Sophie Wilson looked curiously at Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour.
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