Back in the day, Jacob was quite the playboy—his stylish clothes and slicked-back hair giving him the look of a real heartbreaker
But now? All that frivolity had vanished from his face. He'd lost weight, sharpening his features and giving him a more serious, edgy presence.
His hair was cut neat and tidy. Gone were the loud shirts; instead, he stood there in a tailored suit, exuding the aura of someone born to lead, a stark contrast to the old Jacob.
Sanderson stood up, breaking the silence.
"My parents were driven nearly to the grave. It was high time I shaped up." Jacob's gaze was piercing as he spoke, catching everyone off guard. An eerie silence fell over the boardroom.
Sanderson was still playing the good guy. "I know you blame me for suggesting we oust your father.”d2
Jacob walked straight toward Sanderson, whose bodyguards tensed up, eyes locked on Jacob.
But to everyone's surprise, Jacob bypassed them and took a seat at the head of the table.
"Jacob, you're not chairman yet," one of Sanderson's lackeys spoke up with a frown, as if Jacob had committed a mortal sin.
"Enough!" Sanderson snapped, then turned to Jacob. "The boy's right to sit there."
"Mr. Sanderson is correct," Jacob said, a wry smile playing on his lips.
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