Ethan Seymour's face grew increasingly grim.
James Reed's persuasion had really hit the mark.
Back then, in order to enter the family business, he married the woman arranged by Old Mr. Seymour.
Now, could he really not be the one in control?
"Dad, don't be upset!" James hurriedly urged. "Once we secure the cooperation with Peace Corporation, your influence in the company will be even greater. Then, you can give Charles a small lesson and vent your feelings properly."
Ethan looked at his sensible son James and nodded. "James, you're still filial."
"Dad, I'm your son. Who else would I be filial to?" James asked with amusement.
"Once you secure the cooperation with Peace Corporation, you can start acquiring some shares." Ethan made a decision, speaking slowly. "The old man is getting on in years; he really should rest and enjoy his twilight years."
"Dad, you..." James was slightly stunned, then smiled. "You're doing it for grandpa's good. I will definitely work hard."
