Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 1783

Jameson had openly displayed his ambitions. Victor finally saw his true colors.

Had he not fallen for Jameson's perfect acting, and had he trusted Josh more, he wouldn't have met with the dilemma. He regretted not keeping Josh as the president, instead oppressing him and unknowingly offering Jameson an opportunity to take power.

It didn't matter if Jameson helped the company out of the crisis. Victor knew that he would go against his own interest by negotiating with a sly opponent like Jameson, even if Jameson were his son.

Trying to be rational, Victor calmed down and caved in. His tone softened. "Jimmy, I allow Lily to stay with us at the Schmidt Manor, but I can't transfer the stocks to you as you wish."

Jameson adjusted his glasses. He quipped, "Well, but didn't Josh transfer his stocks to you as you wish?"

"Josh is serving concurrent sentences; I'm afraid he'll spend the rest of his life in prison. Since Clarissa has divorced him, I will be the one to inherit his company shares. I have the right to take his shares."

Despite hating Jameson with all his might, he had to play along as he didn't have anyone else to rely on except for Jameson. "Any major changes to the stock ownership structure will shake the power foundation. And that will require a vote from the board of directors.

"The board has been upset with me for appointing you as the president. After all the crisis, I suggest that we don't hurt the morale at this moment. If you perform well in your role, you will be the heir of Schmidt Group without having to fight for it."

Victor's intention was clear. He was making empty promises in the hope of keeping Jameson around to work for the Schmidt Group. On top of that, he was subtly reminding Jameson that the company president was nothing more than a senior employee.

As long as Victor held the majority of stocks and retained control over the board, kicking Jameson out of the Schmidt Group was a cakewalk.

"Hah. Got it." Jameson's expression was gloomy like a storm, but he said nothing. He silently rose and marched out of the room without saying goodbye to Victor.

Victor, infuriated by Jameson's attitude, had to swallow a bunch of pills as his heart was acting up again.

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Jameson punched the car window spitefully. Carl, clenching his jaw, hissed, "Is that old fart refusing to transfer Josh's stocks to you? You're his only hope now. Sooner or later, you'll take over the Schmidt Group. Why is he stubbornly clinging to the stocks? It's not like he could bring them to the afterlife."

"Yeah, that might be true, but I'm afraid Sir is getting impatient." Jameson irritatedly tugged at his tie. He was filled with frustration. "Victor and I are publicly at war now, even if we haven't had a fallout."

"At the end of the day, it was Jasper Beckett's fault for talking Ms. Alyssa into ruining your plans!" Carl could barely contain his anger. "Mr. Schmidt, we can't have them leading us by the nose. We need to hit back at them!"

Jameson's eyes gleamed with malice. Then, he pulled out his phone. Just as he was about to call Zoe, he received a call that made his chest tighten.