"I still have this amount of money." Sylvan Cheney looked disdainful.
"I don't think so." Jasmine Yale sipped her orange juice, her expression calm. "There's no difference between you and me, President. At least I still get a substantial salary every month. And you? Sure, you've earned significant profits for the James Corporation, gained status and reputation. But who owns the James Corporation? What's the family name? You know better than I do. To put it bluntly, you're making money for the Janus Family, not for yourself."
"Can I take this as you trying to stir up trouble, Jasmine Yale?" Sylvan Cheney's narrow eyes squinted.
She looked at him, and he looked at her.
"No matter how great or powerful the James Corporation is, it doesn't belong to you. Of course, you're the Janus Family's son-in-law, and Miss Janus is the only daughter. So, eventually, it will be yours. So, it makes no difference; just consider what I said as nonsense."
