"Ophelia is really considerate towards you," Charlotte Reed said with a smile.
"That’s why I’ll marry her," James Reed replied as if granting a favor.
When he mentioned marriage, another woman’s image flashed through his mind—her alluring and gallant demeanor left a deep impression on him.
"My son is truly a good man with a conscience," Charlotte Reed couldn’t help but praise her own son, finding him handsome, wealthy, and responsible, "Ophelia Wilson is truly blessed to have met you."
James Reed smiled, "If I combine with Ophelia, the Wilson Corporation will certainly give me full support. By then, I can surpass the Clark and White Families and collaborate with Peace Group."
"But, Ophelia is still too naive." James Reed laughed, "Talking bad about Charles Seymour in front of Dad is useless."
So, since earlier, he had been guiding his father to report the matter to Old Mr. Seymour.
Although it looks like Ethan is running the Wilson Clan’s company on the surface, in reality, it’s old Mr. Seymour who’s the real decision-maker.
Otherwise, why hasn’t their surname changed after so many years?
Isn’t it all because that old immortal keeps meddling?
He knew that the old man favored Charles Seymour, felt guilty towards him, and wanted to leave the Seymour Family’s industry to Charles.
How could he allow this to happen?
After investing so many years of hard work into the company, in the end, would he just hand over his efforts to someone else?
"The question is, can that old man change his mind?" Charlotte Reed understood her son’s intentions, but she was a bit worried. Google seaʀᴄh 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁
"Mom, you don’t know how much he spoils that woman. He won’t agree to break up. What we need to do can’t be achieved in a day; as long as the old man gets more and more disappointed with him... by then, who else could inherit the Seymour Family?"
James Reed’s words made Charlotte Reed laugh happily, "My son is really capable!"
"Alright, I’ll go upstairs and persuade your dad to pull your brother back from the wrong path." Charlotte Reed tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled as she went upstairs.
After half an hour, Ethan Seymour came downstairs with a grim expression, pointing angrily at James Reed, "You, I’ve never seen anyone as useless as you. Why bother with such a person?"
"Dad, he’s still my brother after all," James Reed replied sensibly.
"Brother? Does he care about you?" Ethan Seymour scolded angrily.
James Reed gave a bitter smile, saying nothing.
"Ethan, that’s enough, stop blaming James. Let’s go see the old man; we can’t afford to waste time now," Charlotte Reed gently persuaded.
Seeing his wife and son so understanding, Ethan Seymour sighed, "You two... what can I say? You’ll end up bullied sooner or later."
"How could we be bullied? We have you," Charlotte Reed flattered Ethan Seymour, making him unable to help but laugh, "Alright, alright, let’s go!"
"Hmm, I understand," Charles Seymour hung up the phone and said to Sophie Wilson beside him, "Come with me to meet someone."
"Who?" Sophie Wilson asked casually.
"My grandfather," Charles Seymour’s calm words almost made Sophie choke on her own saliva, "Your grandfather?"
Charles Seymour’s gaze darkened, "You don’t want to meet him?"