Benjamin Walton laughed after hearing that and shook his head, "James, this really has nothing to do with me. Mainly, my father-in-law feels that the Wilson Corporation no longer needs me to manage it, so even if I want to continue working with you, I can't."
"You're telling me this after I've just started my company?" The cold, vicious gleam flashed in James Reed's eyes, and the smirk on his lips resembled a poisoned dagger.
"James, I had no choice." Benjamin helplessly spread his hands, "What can I do? I'm just a temporary manager at the Wilson Corporation; if Old Mrs. Wilson tells me to leave, I have to leave."
James sneered, furrowing his brows, "Fine, fine! Then I wish you future success, Mr. Walton."
"Thank you. I also wish your company flourishes and prospers," Benjamin congratulated with a smile.
His well-wishes only resulted in James Reed's darkened expression.
James Reed established his company solely to cooperate with Benjamin Walton.
