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.

do. Why wouldn't

it. I love it best when the person you try to

disappoint you, but I never waste my emotions on trash." Christopher curled

James did not

Iverson!" Taylor rushed over and shut his mouth

people

company, and that's me. But I am a generous man. I won't deny you a chance to live in your

Christopher's shoulder. You can be the Mr. Iverson to your loser

handkerchief near Christopher's feet

words get to

last remark touched his nerves. Christopher stared James down through his

think the Iverson Group belongs to him?" Feeling for his boss, Taylor

"Yes, sir."

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

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