Jacob paused for a moment, a shadow of old heartache crossing his features.
He had once been a boy untouched by guile.
Sanderson had doted on him for years, but with the ulterior motive of rendering him useless, a more sorrowful tale couldn't be found.
"Fine! Well done!" Sanderson stopped his rant.
In an instant, he seemed to shrink, his entire being deflating. His body swayed, and he slowly made his way to the couch, sinking into it with the weight of defeat.
"You've won," he muttered.d2
Jacob replied coolly, "Sanderson, we were never in the same league, so it's not about winning or losing."
Sanderson looked up, his eyes brimming with resentment.
"Alright, you're better than me," he spat out each word. "I concede."
Jacob didn't care whether Sanderson conceded or not; it made no difference to the situation at hand.
"You know, don't you? I'm your blood uncle!" Sanderson tried again, a hint of desperation in his voice. "Believe it or not, ousting your father was the board's decision, not just mine. You shouldn't hate me."
Jacob remained silent, curious as to what tale Sanderson would spin next.
"I hope you'll go to the authorities and get those cases dropped," Sanderson eventually got to the point.
"Why should I?" Jacob asked.
"Jacob, you can't make too many enemies in this world. How do you know one of those people won't rise up one day and become a thorn in your side?"
"I'll ensure that the Strand Group stands so tall that even if they rise, they can't touch us," Jacob said slowly. "The Strand Group was once untouchable until you and father dragged it down."
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