James put down his cup and interrupted her, "Auntie, as my father had said, you can bring straight up whatever you wonder with me, as it's not like I am a horrible devil."
"Well, since you have said that way, I would look hollow if I don't ask." Amy sat down with a much-relieved look, "Then let me be straight."
James took off his coat, handed it to a servant, and gestured her to go on.
"Your grandpa went to us today out of blue to ask for our shares in the Harvey Group in order to transfer twenty-five percent to you. Is that true?" Amy lowered her tone.
James nodded.
Thwack!
Amy smacked her hand down onto the table before she stood up and snapped, "James, have you forgotten who should take credit for your present position as the president? You are literally pushing me to Ralphie's ...."
Before she could finish, a string of rings burst out.
"The little coquette is calling; the little coquette is calling...With no one answering, the little coquette would get angry!"
It's from Jason's cellphone.
With a scowl, Amy grabbed Jason's cellphone in a sudden when he was about to answer it and then smashed it on the ground followed with a few treads on it. "A coquette's child is always looking for another coquette. That's interesting!"
"Amy, I'm afraid you have gone too far." Jason stared at his phone with cracks on the screen, his look darkening.
Wilson intervened to lighten the atmosphere, making sure the two would not argue again and then asked James with a smiling face, "James, one should not go against his conscience. It's not decent for you to deal with us like this in a twinkling since we have rescued you from Lawson's outrage not long before!"
"Uncle, did you protect me from his outrage, or just protect your own interests? I think you know it well," James replied with a faint smile.
Wilson was stunned for a moment and sighed, "It's meaningless for you to quibble over this. The fact is we did do you a favor regardless of our purposes."
Without a reply, James picked up the teapot to pour him another cup of tea and took a sip.
"James, as your aunt said, what you are doing is actually pushing us to Ralphie! Think about it, if ...."
James put down his cup and interrupted him, "Uncle and auntie, I hadn't finished my words yet, so what's your rush?"
"Since you have acknowledged that you want a twenty-five percent stake, what's the difference even if we let you finish?" If it's not for James's ability to make a profit, she would never cooperate with him!
The brat was too crafty!
You never knew when you would get set up by him!
"Auntie, please don't be annoyed. We can talk it over." James poured a cup of tea and handed it to Amy.
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