With a friendly smile, James patted Christopher's shoulder and said pensively, "Dad is not getting any younger. He's been troubled by worries lately. It's time that he takes a break. You can come straight to us for any issues revolving around work. Don't add to Dad's troubles."

"Yeah, Chris. James is the president. You can learn a lot from him," Lance echoed the same sentiment. He regained trust and respect for his eldest son.

Christopher looked James dead in the eyes, but a gentle smile soon spread across his lips. "You have a keen eye for business. I have a lot to learn from you. Here's to a positive outcome to your signed deal."

Christopher left the study with a grimace and strode along the corridor.

"Why are you leaving in a hurry, Chris? Dad wants us to have dinner together."

James stopped him and approached with confidence.

"Do you actually want to be at the same table as me?" Christopher turned around and looked askance at him.

Why wouldn't

I crush you, and there's nothing you can do about it. I love

on trash." Christopher curled his lips and pushed

James did not mind letting Christopher have

shut his mouth

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a shame that there can only be one Mr. Iverson in the company, and that's me. But I am a generous man. I won't deny you

from patting Christopher's shoulder. You can be the Mr. Iverson to your loser subordinates in

handkerchief near Christopher's

words get to

Christopher stared James

is? Does he think the Iverson Group belongs to

"Yes, sir."

lips, pulled out a steel sterilization box, and handed it over with both hands. "This is from him. It

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