"I will not join Seymour Corporation." Charles Seymour finally spoke, his voice cold and indifferent, yet conveying an undeniable firmness.
Once he made a decision, no one could change it.
Charles Seymour's answer was not what Ralap Lee and others wanted to hear.
Ralap Lee tentatively asked, "Charles, do you mean you won't be involved with Seymour Corporation in the future? This is your grandfather's hard work, and acting like this... might cause some discomfort to Old Mr. Seymour, especially since he cares about you the most."
Charles Seymour's gaze landed on Ralap Lee's face, like snowflakes falling in winter, freezing him into a shiver. Suddenly, he regretted what he had just said, as if something he didn't want to see was about to happen.
"If necessary, I will acquire Seymour Corporation." As soon as Charles Seymour said these words, the temperature in the room dropped below freezing.
