Ethan Seymour was so furious he almost spat blood: "Why? What benefits exactly did you receive from Charles Seymour and his people?"
"You need to think carefully. Whoever ends up sitting in that chair affects your dividends, your own wallets!" Ethan Seymour was truly fed up with these people. How can they be so short-sighted?
"Ethan, you really can't blame us for this," Ralap Lee said helplessly, "We've made this choice for ourselves, for the company."
"Do you really think I'm worse than some ignorant kid?" Ethan, livid, felt his breath catching, panting so hard his eyes were virtually red.
Sophie Wilson let out a chuckle and said, "By saying that, you're proving you're not suitable to take over Seymour Corporation."
"Matters of our company are not for outsiders to meddle in!" Ethan was utterly disgusted with Sophie Wilson; why was she always everywhere?
If it weren't for her, maybe he could have collaborated with G Corporation, and James wouldn't have to be struggling outside.
