Jameson elegantly raised his wine ss. His eyes were tinged with a hint ofziness. "What
activities?"
"Mr. Cornelius is getting on in years and wants to step down. He''s already decided to designate Landon
as his sessor, appointing him as the president of Harper Group and vice chair of the board.
"The news has spread throughout Harper Group. Once the board meeting next week concludes,
Landon will officially take office."
"Is that new? Everyone in the circle knows about it." Jameson sneered.
"At this critical moment, there''s fierce infighting within Harper Group. After Mr. Bill''s death, Preston, as
Mr. Cornelius''s only son, didn''t get to inherit the throne. He can only watch the younger generation rise
above him. He''s probably boiling with anger right now."
"What''s the use of being angry when he''s ipetent? If Preston was capable, he should have gotten
his hands on the throne when Landon''s father died. He wouldn''t have to suffer being surpassed by the
younger generation."
Jameson suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Carl with suspicion. "You didn''te here to tell
me this nonsense, did you? What else did you find out?"
"I heard recently that Preston is very close with Landon''s sister, Zoe. The two of them have secretly
formed an alliance and want to join forces against Landon."
Carl''s face was grim. "It''s good timing for you to intervene and help them out to make Landon suffer. If
it works out, you get to vent your anger. If it doesn''t, Preston and Zoe will take the me, and you won''t
be affected."
Jameson, being so astute, naturally understood Carl''s meaning.
In fact, whether Harper Group was doing well or not didn''t matter much to him.
The Harper family was only ranked fourth among the four major families. His realpetition in Sna
City had always been with the Beckett Group. Harper Group was nothing to him.
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But he still wanted to take action against Landon because Landon was Jasper''s only and best friend.
Only by hurting Landon could Jasper truly feel pain. Only then could Jameson feel gratified.
"Carl, you''re doing things more and more to my liking."
Jameson adjusted his golden-rimmed sses, picked up his phone, and dialed Zoe''s number.
Winston''s condition was gradually stabilizing, but the Taylors couldn''t help but worry. They took turns
staying by his side every day, taking care of him meticulously. As a result, this handsome old man
gained ten pounds.
Although he was gaining weight, he could confidently say that these days were the happiest he had
experienced in nearly 20 years since his beloved wife passed away.
He didn''t want his children to stay by his side every day to take care of him. He just wanted to see them
more often, especially Alyssa.
As if to make up for years of missed father-daughter bonding, Winston, at his advanced age, began to
throw tantrums, moring to see Alyssa every day. He was very demanding.
That night, Alyssa and Jasper apanied Winston for dinner in the bedroom. She picked up a spare
rib and fed it to him.
"Here, Winston. Open up. Ah..."
Winston smiled happily. But just as he opened his mouth, Alyssa added, "Try Jasper''s cooking."
He immediately closed his mouth, suddenly losing his appetite.
Feeling uneasy, Jasper pressed his lips together. His anxious expression was just like what a
daughterinw would show in front of her future father-inw.
"Hey!" Frowning, Alyssa pouted.
She directly opened Winston''s mouth with her left hand, stuffing the rib in like she was force-feeding a
duck. "Jasper made this for you. He spent over an hour making it. You can''t be ungrateful."
"You little brat... always protecting your man! Are you trying to choke me?" Winston grumbled, chewing
the meat in his mouth.
Surprisingly, it tasted good. Jasper''s cooking skills had improved quite a bit.
Jasper had never tried to please Alyssa with any ttery or perfunctory actions. He always showed
sincere and genuine affection in everything he did for her.