Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 1605

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 claim 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 the company 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 success."

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Three days later, a board meeting was convened in the Schmidt Group. In the meeting, Jameson finally beat Josh to become the new company president.

At the same time, the company 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 welcomed a new chapter, and Jameson had gotten what he wanted.

Following the company's tradition, the new president would receive a huge welcome in a grand ceremony. However, considering the tricky and scandalous situation the company was mired in, it would be distasteful to host a large 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 the company. 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 was comparable to the inauguration of a new king.

"Mr. Schmidt, congratulations! You're officially the president of the Schmidt Group!" Carl blabbered in the excitement. "Mr. Schmidt, the president is not the final goal. I'll only be happy when you become the chairman."

Jameson squinted in glee. Suddenly, he tilted the glass 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."