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.

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

After some hesitation, he answered the call with caution and respect. "Sir."

"Have you managed to acquire Josh's stocks?" Justin inquired with a melodic yet impassive tone.

"Forgive me, Sir." Jameson sat up straight. "There are some unexpected changes. Josh was arrested

by the police at the party. As such, the leverage I held against him..."

"..were of no use,” Justin concluded the sentence unemotionally.

"Sir, I'm very sorry. But fret not, I will find a way as soon as possible—"

"How are you going to do that?" Justin's voice reeked of an aristocratic disdain. "Had you gotten

your hands on Josh's stocks, you might have stood a chance to contend with your dad. But at

present, your dad still holds the majority of the company stocks. To him, you're nothing more than a

senior employee."

The "senior employee” description was a source of humiliation for Jameson.

Justin snorted at Jameson's stunned silence. Then, he quietly inquired, "Is your dad recently

hospitalized because of some health issues?"

"Yes."

"Heart problems?"

"That's right, but it isn't as serious as it sounds.”

"Your father is an old man who doesn't take good care of his health. Minor health issues might lead

to serious complications, even death. Don't you agree, Mr. Schmidt?"

The undertone in Justin's calm remark struck Jameson like lightning. A chilling sensation spread

across his body. He replied, "I understood.”

"The man you asked for has arrived at The Millennium. Ms. Altman is currently hosting him. I hope

you won't disappoint me this time." Justin hung up without waiting for Jameson's answer.

A deadly silence hung in the air.

"M-Mr. Schmidt, Sir didn't put you in a tight spot, did he?" Carl cautiously questioned.

Jameson clutched his phone tighter with a menacing look in his eyes. "Head back to The Millennium

now."