Calm? What a joke!
Old Mr. Seymour almost lost his mind.
Peace Holdings is actually Charles's?
He's the chairman of Peace Holdings?
"Dad, did you hear that? He's the chairman of Peace Holdings and he didn't even tell us. He never considered us family!" Ethan Seymour accused angrily.
"Did you ever consider Charles as family?" Old Mr. Seymour was no fool, and he retorted directly, "You keep calling him a brat every day, don't think I'm unaware!"
"At the beginning, didn't you eagerly announce the severance of father-son ties in the newspaper? What happened now? Knowing Charles is the chairman of Peace Holdings, you come running to me to complain, are you just envious of Charles?"
"Let me tell you, if you're thinking of taking advantage of Charles, no way!" Old Mr. Seymour declared firmly, "Get out, get out... don't be an eyesore here!"
"Dad, how can you..." Ethan Seymour still wanted to speak, but Old Mr. Seymour instructed the butler to throw Ethan out.
