Ethan Seymour felt a surge of anger rise in his chest, almost causing him to pass out!
This, this, this bastard!
Is this an attempt to make him die of anger?
"Brother, Dad just doesn't want to see you wasting time like this." James Reed quickly forced a concerned smile, patiently explaining to Charles Seymour, "Dad doesn't mean anything else; he just thinks that living off dividends isn't good, so he wants you to work at Seymour Corporation to learn about the company's affairs."
Charles Seymour said nothing, but his dark eyes, darker and colder than night, stared at James without any emotion, making James inexplicably nervous, as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
