"Yeah, Pete! How could you do this to us?" Francis reproached him with knitted brows.
Outwardly, he was backing Andrew up, but on the inside, he was filled with doubts.
He hadn't expected Angela to send gifts not just to him, but to Pete as well. He believed Angela must be desperate, resorting to such a foolish strategy as buying them off.
However…
Francis stroked his chin. That painting was exquisite—so much so that he couldn't stop admiring it. He had already hidden it away at home, reluctant to let anyone else lay eyes on it.
"Uncle Andrew, I just want to gain some experience away from headquarters. Don't worry, even if I go to the subsidiary, I would never betray you. Angela wants you to move to a subsidiary too, right? That way—"
"You're an absolute fool!" Andrew interrupted Pete with a cold sneer.
"Can't you see this is clearly a ploy to weaken you? Once you leave for the subsidiary, there's no telling if you'll ever return. By the time she dismantles everything you've painstakingly built here, what will you do then?
"And do you really think she's actually nice enough to keep the two of us together? Not a chance! That wicked woman claimed she'd find me a cushy position, but I'd be lucky if she doesn't make me a doorman."
Andrew coughed violently, nearly hacking up blood.
Pete's expression shifted rapidly, torn by indecision.
He had wanted to leave for years. That desire had been burning within him for a long time, but his mother had always told him that sticking with Andrew was the best path to success.
Now, however, Andrew was Angela's prime target, and Sean was nothing but a useless fool—more of a burden than an asset.
Years of comfort had dulled both of them, stripping them of any ambition. If they couldn't adapt, Angela would crush them easily.
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