Click.
The door to the ward opened.
"Why don't you sleep at night and have so much nonsense?" Lawson, wearing a hospital gown, walked out aggressively, "If you used your petty tricks to run the company, it wouldn't be the case now!"
Ralphie said reluctantly, "I, as an elder, just care about James. How come it has become a dishonorable petty trick?"
"If you really are in a position to give him advice, will I appoint him, a junior, to be the president? Go back and have a rest. My days are numbered. Don't make me upset! "After he finished speaking impatiently, he turned around and entered the ward.
Seeing that James didn't come in, he turned his head and shouted, "You are not coming in? What are you waiting for?"
"It's getting late, uncle. Please rest early." James said to Ralphie, then entered the ward and closed the door.
Ralphie looked at the closed door. His smile disappeared, and his eyes turned gloomy. He snorted and left.
"Have you thought about it?" In the ward, Lawson sat on the chair and looked at James, who was standing at the door coldly.
James took a few steps forward, "My answer remains the same."
"Bastard!" Lawson slapped the table abruptly and stood up.
James's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "It's better for you to control your temper. Your body can no longer withstand the torment."
"Are you cursing me?" Lawson gritted his teeth and said.
"No." James said, "I just suggest you pay attention to your body, and you are oversensitive."
The ward fell into silence. The air seemed to condense into ice bit by bit, as if time had stopped.
Lawson stared at James gloomily.
James looked calm, as if he hadn't noticed his gaze at all.
"I'll ask you again. Do you agree?!" Lawson roared, "If you say no, I will deal with your affairs as I said!"
James's eyes were cold, but he insisted, "I have never transferred any assets, and I don't know why there are several large transfers in the accounts. You can hand me over to the relevant departments, and I believe they will find out why."
Although he was the president, the three financial directors appointed successively were trained by his grandfather.
There was no problem with the accounts at ordinary times. But as soon as he stepped down as the president, accounting problems immediately appeared when he handed over the position. Even a fool could figure out why.
"Do you think I dare not?" Lawson asked in a deep voice.
"No." James said, "I just feel sad that you actually threatened me by tampering with the accounts in order to get me to work as Ralphie’s assistant."
Lawson asked him to step down as the president and become an assistant to the president. In fact, what he did was the job of the president, but the company claimed Ralphie was the president.
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