"Dad, Dad... Don’t go, we..." Benjamin Walton frantically blocked Old Mrs. Wilson.
Old Mrs. Wilson glared at him and warned, "Get out of my way, don’t block , or I’ll hit you!"
Benjamin could only step aside, watching worriedly as Old Mrs. Wilson stord off in anger.
Once the office door closed, Benjamin revealed a triumphant and sinister smile. It would be best if this old man got so angry that he’d be out of the picture, then Wilson Corporation would be his.
The old man rushing over like that was definitely not lightly frustrated, but still, he wanted to add fuel to the fire.
Benjamin took out his phone and called Erie Wilson. As soon as the call connected, his voice turned anxious, which was a stark contrast to the casual expression on his face, "Erie, sothing happened!"
"What is it?" Erie scread in fright after hearing Benjamin’s words, "What happened to you?"
"I’m fine, it’s our dad." Benjamin quickly said.
"What happened to my dad?" Erie felt relieved secretly when she learned it was about her father.
"Charles Seymour acquired a company that Dad wanted to buy, and Dad couldn’t swallow this, so he went to Peace Corporation to confront Charles Seymour."
As soon as Benjamin finished speaking, Erie shouted, "What? Why didn’t you try to stop him a bit?"
"I tried, but I couldn’t stop him. Dad wouldn’t let follow him, and there’s nothing I could do." Benjamin said helplessly, "I’m worried the old man might get too upset, that’s why I’m calling you. Can you try to hold him back?"
"Okay, I understand, leave it to ." Erie said, and then she hung up the phone and rushed to Peace Corporation.
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"President Perry, about Wilson Corporation..." The receptionist was smart enough to imdiately call Jim Perry for instructions.
If they called President Wilson, it would probably be difficult for President Wilson to handle.
"Hold him for now, I’ll consult with the boss." Jim Perry said, then dialed internally to their boss.
The boss caused this, so naturally, he should sort it out himself.
Besides, he felt that their boss really wanted to confront Old Mrs. Wilson.
"Boss, Old Mrs. Wilson is here, should we let him in?" Jim Perry asked.
Anyway, he was eagerly anticipating the drama; work was too boring after all, and life needs so fun.
"Alright." Charles Seymour’s answer made Jim Perry cheerfully reply, "Got it!"
Jim Perry put down the phone and imdiately called the reception.
Old Mrs. Wilson was taken to the reception room, where a cup of coffee was placed in front of him.
The aroma of the coffee wafted into Old Mrs. Wilson’s nose, making him feel a bitter and astringent taste.
Although he was sitting on a soft sofa, it felt like he was on pins and needles, and the clock on the wall was ticking away, each tick sounding like it was pounding on his nerves, annoying him endlessly.
Clearly, not much ti had passed, but to Old Mrs. Wilson, it felt like a century-long wait. Just as his patience was about to run out, the door to the reception room finally opened.
Charles Seymour walked in, sat on the sofa, and looked at Old Mrs. Wilson with a blank expression.
Old Mrs. Wilson asked, "President Seymour, I’d like to ask, what do you an by acquiring that company?"
Charles Seymour’s puzzled gaze fell on Old Mrs. Wilson’s face, then his look of confusion turned to sarcasm, this change in his gaze already made Old Mrs. Wilson feel unhappy. His following words almost made Old Mrs. Wilson cough up blood!
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