Jameson shook his head with an intrigued expression. He slowly took a seat across from Victor. "Dad,


    you and I are businessmen. We all know that an oral contract means nothing. If you make me the


    company president, I promise to solve all our problems."


    Victor''s expression darkened. He questioned, "Does that include Jonah Taylor too?"


    Jameson replied calmly, "Jonah Taylor must have been behind the stealthy attacks we suffered. Even if


    you said nothing, I will not allow the Taylors to step all over us."


    "Oh?" Victor looked at him warily. "But you im you want to marry Alyssa Taylor. Do you have the


    heart to take action against her brother?"


    Jameson shrugged helplessly. "Too bad for them. I''ve always been a fair and principled man."


    "Great! It''s good to be principled!" Satisfied with the reply, Victor patted him on the shoulder hard.


    "Jimmy, I''m getting older. Josh is useless. I''ll leave the future of thepany in your good hands."


    "I appreciate your trust. I will not disappoint you." After a pause, he suddenly added in a low whisper,


    "Dad, please keep our conversation today a secret from Josh. The fewer people in the know, the higher


    our chance of sess."


    Three dayster, a board meeting was convened in the Schmidt Group. In the meeting, Jameson finally


    beat Josh to be the newpany president.


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    At the same time, thepany officially published the statement on its website. The media scrambled


    to publish news stories, confirming and spreading the news on the new president.


    The Schmidt Group finally weed a new chapter, and Jameson had gotten what he wanted.


    Following thepany''s tradition, the new president would receive a huge wee in a grand


    ceremony. However, considering the tricky and scandalous situation thepany was mired in, it


    would be distasteful to host arge celebration, especially when they had blood on their hands in Tsulu.


    Therefore, they opted for a simple celebration, which Jameson did not mind at all.


    He had status and power. He was influential enough to call the shots in thepany. The more power


    he garnered, the easier it would be for him to carry out the mission that sir had entrusted him with.


    Although the Schmidt Group did not host a grand celebration for its new president, Carl had hosted a


    jaw-dropping, extravagant celebratory party at The Millennium for his employer. The scale of the event


    wasparable to the inauguration of a new king.


    "Mr. Schmidt, congrattions! You''re officially the president of the Schmidt Group!" Carl bbered in


    the excitement. "Mr. Schmidt, the president is not the final goal. I''ll only be happy when you be


    the chairman."


    Jameson squinted in glee. Suddenly, he tilted the ss in his hand, spilling the expensive red wine


    onto the floor. A man, crouching by Jameson''s feet, lifted his head to catch the dripping wine. He


    choked on the liquid but still feigned a look of enjoyment.


    Jameson was at the top of the game in terms of hurting and making a fool out of other people. He


    regarded everyone in The Millennium as lower beings than himself.


    "That old scumbag Victor Schmidt is a useless piece of shit, holding the title of chairman while letting


    you make all the decisions." Carl looked delighted. "By the way, Sir has sent you an expensive


    Regency Era antique vase from Mosgravia when he learned about your promotion."