"Okay." James Reed smiled at Ethan Seymour, then softly advised, "Dad, we're doing this for the company."
If James hadn't mentioned it, it might have been better; bringing it up made Ethan's expression even worse.
The opportunistic shareholders of the company all agreed to let that little brat go represent the company on the Peace Group project.
"All your hard work, and now he's getting all the credit. It's really... giving him too much!" Ethan grumbled, disgruntled.
"Dad, it's also to reassure the other shareholders. It's okay, as long as we can reach a deal with the Peace Group, everything will be fine." James's calm demeanor had always been what Ethan admired; his son knew the bigger picture.
"Alright, you've been wronged, and I will make it up to you in the future," Ethan promised, then pressed the doorbell of Charles Seymour's villa.
After the housekeeper opened the door, the two walked in.
