"Dad, do you really have such a prejudice against James?" Ethan was really about to get frustrated.
"If you're going to talk to me about this matter, then we have nothing to discuss." Old Mr. Seymour really didn't want to discuss this issue with him.
He had lost all hope in Ethan's mind.
"Dad, I know you look down on James and think James just wants to benefit from the company. But I just want to tell you now that James's health products are selling exceptionally well." Mentioning this, Ethan genuinely felt proud of James.
This is his son, and he's no lesser than Charles Seymour.
Initially, if he hadn't insisted on bringing James into the Seymour Corporation to help him, James's achievements wouldn't be any less than Charles's.
"Well, selling well is good." Old Mr. Seymour nodded and then left indifferently.
