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Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 194

The smile on Raylan's face froze for a moment, "Uhm, James, I guess you don’t get it. I don’t mean to give you bonuses. I mean ..."

"I thought you wanted to give me your bonuses as a reward to me when you said you were ashamed of yourself. It turns out I misunderstood you."

James interrupted Raylan and continued, "If you are not going to give me money, don't say anything again, like you are ashamed of yourself, which is really confusing."

Next to them were the people from the Harvey family, most of who looked at them scornfully, while hearing their conversation.

Raylan’s family took most benefits from the Harvey Group, while they were the meanest in the Harvey family.

Although they were capable of nothing significant, they always meddled in things. They would always fight over any trifles with the thought that they were taken advantage of. They were the skinflints that you could never expect to get money from them.

With so many people watching, Raylan as James’ uncle was a little embarrassed, "I didn't say I wouldn't give you money either. Tell Lee to send me your bank account. I will reward you with some bonuses shortly."

"How much are you going to give me as a reward?" asked James.

Raylan looked embarrassed and finally said, "One hundred thousand."

James sneered while the others burst into laughter. "How about two hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand is a not a small amount. I’ve got no more!"

Raylan was so reluctant to give out his money that he felt like being cut by knife.

James smiled and said, "I was just joking with you, uncle. How could I ask you for money?"

Hearing this, Raylan replied immediately, "Remember what you said. It’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, but you don’t want it yourself."

The people around despised at Raylan, but they were at the same time more jealous of him with resentment.

Raylan was such a loser. They didn’t understand why Old Mr. Harvey regarded him and his family like treasures!

"James, I actually come to you for another thing." Raylan said,

"See, as the president of the Harvey Group, you have done so much work, but you only get little money for it. I feel ash..."

He had a phobia with the word “ashamed” now so he changed it,

"I feel sorry for you."

“Huh?” James raised his eyebrows slightly.

Raylan swallowed and said. "Say, how about appointing your cousin to be the president?

In that case, you don’t need to spend a lot of time managing the company while you can get a handsome sum of money every year."

"It’s not up to me." James felt troubled and said, "Why don't you talk to Grandpa about it?"

He had talked to Old Mr. Harvey about it a few times before, who were furious at it. At the thought of that, he replied awkwardly, "I'm just saying. Since it’s not up to you, then forget it."

Then he left in a hurry.

Eleanor arrived with her subordinates. After greeting the people from the Harvey family, she said,

"I'm deeply sorry that Old Mr. Harvey has been diagnosed with lung cancer. Considering that you all have to stay here attending to him at night, we have cleaned up a few vacant wards for you..."

In fact, they just needed to arrange one or two persons to stay over to take care of Old Mr. Harvey. But as Old Mr. Harvey had been diagnosed with advanced lung cancer and his days were numbered, they all wished to leave a good impression on Old Mr. Harvey before he died so that they could get more shares of his legacy.

Eleanor was highly efficient. Soon, the rooms for everyone from the Harvey family were soon settled.

"Mr. James, which room would you like to stay in?" Eleanor came up to James and asked.

James replied indifferently, "With so many people attending to Grandpa, it’s not necessary for me to stay here."

"I’m quite impressed, Mr. James." Eleanor smiled.

After a little chat, Eleanor left with her subordinates.

The hallway was finally empty.

Jason walked up to James and said angrily at the sight of the wound at the corner of his eye,

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