"Grandfather, let me play something for you." As he spoke, James Reed pressed the button on the recorder, and Charles Seymour's voice came through clearly.
Old Mr. Seymour listened quietly, showing no reaction. James lowered his eyes, sneering inwardly.
What an old fox, able to remain so calm after hearing such a recording. No wonder he managed to make Seymour Corporation so successful.
When the recording ended, James turned off the recorder, quietly watching Old Mr. Seymour without saying a word.
Old Mr. Seymour smiled, a smile full of deeper meaning: "What do you mean by letting me hear this?"
"You're right, Grandfather. I indeed have selfish motives for inviting my brother back to the company," James admitted frankly. "I really want to use him to secure the partnership with Peace Group."
