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

"I love it when I crush you, and there's nothing you can do about it. I love it best when the

my emotions on trash."

father, James did not mind letting

and shut his

people address

company, and that's me. But I

hands nonchalantly from patting Christopher's shoulder. You can be

threw the handkerchief near Christopher's feet and

James' words get

last remark touched his nerves. Christopher stared James down through his gold-rimmed

Iverson Group belongs to him?" Feeling for his boss, Taylor clicked his tongue.

"Yes, sir."

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

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