"Dad, isn’t this a bit problematic?" Benjamin Walton frowned, "There are a ton of things waiting for to handle at my own company, and staying at Wilson Corporation doesn’t seem very appropriate. After I get back, I should ask my elder brother to co back."
Benjamin Walton’s words made Old Man Wilson feel a bit more comfortable, yet he wasn’t foolish.
This bidding project was brought in by Jas Reed.
Why did Jas Reed go through so much trouble to secure this project?
Wasn’t it simply to prove to Seymour Corporation that even after leaving them, Jas Reed still had skills and capability?
This joint project between Wilson Corporation and Benjamin Walton’s company was essentially Jas Reed’s report card.
Of course, he wouldn’t trust anyone else and decided to trust Benjamin Walton.
For this bid-winning project to proceed smoothly, Benjamin Walton couldn’t just ignore it.
"Benjamin, you definitely have to keep an eye on this project," Old Man Wilson sighed lightly and said, "You see, I’m getting old, and nowadays, the world belongs to you young people. Do a good job on this project, and I won’t treat you poorly."
"As for the matters at your company, you’ll just have to juggle both ends. I can’t do without you here!"
Old Man Wilson’s words made Benjamin Walton feel a bit flattered: "Dad, don’t say that, it’s my duty."
"Good, very good." Old Man Wilson contentedly patted Benjamin Walton’s shoulder, and the two exchanged smiles. However, what was hidden behind those smiles, only they themselves knew.
"Dad, it’s about ti, maybe you should freshen up before resting?" Benjamin Walton asked with concern.
"Alright." Feeling much lighter after organizing everything, Old Man Wilson went to freshen up.
Sitting inside, Benjamin Walton’s face showed a cold, angry expression. Old Man Wilson’s crafty plan was quite loud indeed.
Using his cooperation with Jas Reed here to benefit the Wilson Corporation.
Then, once this project was done, would they just kick him to the curb?
How ridiculous.
Did they think he was an idiot to be played?
Fortunately, Erie had graciously transferred her shares to him. After his return, he would acquire the shares from other shareholders. By then, who decided the fate of Wilson Corporation’s na wouldn’t be up to Old Man Wilson.
Hayley Cole’s arrival had been overheard by people from other companies. Several companies bidding for a project against Old Man Wilson quietly celebrated their decision. Luckily, upon hearing the rumors, they altered their bids.
Looking at it now, it seems they were truly wise.
Although they wouldn’t win the bid this ti, they could at least sell Hayley Cole a favor, and in the future, it would be easier for everyone to cooperate.
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"Oh my, let see." Sophie Wilson reached out to lift Charles Seymour’s T-shirt.
Charles Seymour flinched and instinctively moved back.
"Co on, what are you bashful for?" Sophie Wilson glared at him, "It’s not like I haven’t seen it before."
Where was that boldness when he was trying on clothes before?
Charles Seymour couldn’t handle Sophie Wilson, so he could only pull up his T-shirt, revealing his beautiful abs for her to see.
"Gorgeous!" Sophie Wilson happily reached out to touch, "You have no idea how captivating you looked when you were in action earlier!"
His skin was slick and quite elastic, with a great tactile feel, making her reluctant to stop.
No matter how much she played, it wasn’t enough.
Charles Seymour looked down at Sophie Wilson who was having a blast, secretly gritting his teeth, his forehead veins popping out; did she know she was playing with fire?
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