Winston''s hand trembled when he held the ss of water. "It''s time to get my will ready."


    Feeling bitter, Neil stopped him. "Mr. Winston!"


    "Nothing to worry about. All the business tycoons here and abroad do the same. They''ll prepare their


    will at this age just in case anything happens." Winston stared at Neil solemnly.


    He began, "Neil, I can''t discuss this matter with my wives. They''re too kind and gentle to ept it. I


    can''t turn to my kids, too. I might appear rich and morous on the outside, but as their dad, I gave


    them a lot of trouble. I know what I have done.


    "That''s why I can only bring up this matter with you. You''re the only one I trust."


    Neilmented, "But Mr. Winston, you said you''d like to see all your children married and settled down.


    You wanted a bunch of grandchildren."


    "Hah. I don''t have the time to wait. Jonah, Ss, Cyrus, and that brat Axel are either busy with work or


    busy serving Jesus. None of them will give me what I want." Winston sighed a few times. "Now that I


    look at it, Lyse seems to be the only promising one. Too bad she..."


    Neil''s phone rang from an iing call. He immediately picked up, and momentster, his expression


    fell. "Got it."


    Winston inquired, "What''s wrong?"


    "Mr. Winston." After a pause, Neil announced, "Mr. Jameson is here. He''s at the lobby."


    Winston ground his teeth as his expression darkened.


    Neil suggested, "If you refuse to see him, I''ll personally inform him."


    "Get him up here."


    Ben looked surprised. "But Mr. Winston, we can''t read him. Besides, you''ve just recovered. There''s no


    need to overexert yourself."


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    "I''ll need to meet him." Winston ced the ss of water on the table with a brooding look in his eyes.


    "He''s not just Jameson Schmidt; he''s the president of the Schmidt Group. Things are different now.


    He''s not someone I can brush aside without a care.


    "What''s more, he''s a calctive and scheming guy. Otherwise, he wouldn''t have immediately paid a


    visit to me at the office right after I had recovered. The visit is an attempt to snoop around. If I refuse to


    see him, that will create gossip and raise his suspicion."


    Ten minutester, Jameson marched into Winston''s office, looking dapper and confident in his tailored


    suit and holding a gift.


    "Uncle Winston, congrattions on your discharge from the hospital." Jameson beamed warmly at the


    old man, showing no hint of the beef between him and Winston.


    "Mr. Jameson, thank you for your thoughtfulness. However, I think you should address me as Mr.


    Winston when in a professional setting." Winston settled down in the leather chair behind the desk,


    looking as authoritative as before.


    The smile on Jameson''s face deepened. He insisted. "Uncle Winston."


    Winston immediately frowned at Jameson''s deliberate remark. The more he told off Jameson, the more


    Jameson wanted to go against him.


    "You might be discharged, but I could tell from your tone that you''re not at your best. Your face looks


    rather pale as well." Jameson''s eyes gleamed maliciously. He slowly approached Winston, questioning,


    "Have you not fully recovered from your stroke?"