Chapter 990: Go Confront Them

Jim Perry, after saying this, realized that Mason Wilson was from the Wilson Corporation, and he was Old Mrs. Wilson’s own son.

He wondered if Mason might feel awkward about this slap in the face to Old Mrs. Wilson?

"This seems like something Charles Seymour would do." Mason Wilson was not angry at all; in fact, he found it amusing.

Charles Seymour’s actions were like a child’s.

If someone hit him, he’d immediately want to hit back.

No way he’d take a loss.

"That’s just how the boss is," Jim Perry said with a smile. "If someone bullies his people, he absolutely won’t let it slide."

"President Wilson, your son-in-law absolutely spoils your daughter," Jim Perry remarked, feeling that she was practically being pampered to the skies.

"That’s just their destiny." Mason Wilson was quite satisfied with Charles Seymour, but he would never admit it in front of Charles!

Taking his daughter away and wanting him to admit it, hmph!

No way!

As for whether Mason Wilson was secretly delighted, that’s another story.

Mason Wilson and Jim Perry moved quickly, especially with Charles Seymour’s special approval, the money was definitely enough.

The company was already struggling due to a broken capital chain, and now Peace Group offered a price far above their expectations, the owner agreed almost without hesitation.

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Benjamin Walton held the documents and knocked on Old Mrs. Wilson’s office door: "Dad."

"What’s the matter?" Old Mrs. Wilson looked up and asked.

He had kept Benjamin Walton temporarily managing the company, but he still came to check in every day.

He didn’t stay as long as he used to, making it relatively easier for him.

He intended to use Benjamin Walton, but he didn’t fully trust him and wanted to keep an eye on him, ensuring that Benjamin wouldn’t pull any tricks.

"The company we’re trying to acquire has a problem," Benjamin Walton said.

"What?" Old Mrs. Wilson frowned, dissatisfied, and asked, "How did that company run into a problem?"

He had wanted to acquire that company for a long time, having spent considerable time waiting for it to collapse so he could buy it at the lowest price.

It was supposed to be a sure thing, so why did something go wrong?

"It was acquired by Peace Group," Benjamin Walton said, his eyes flickering.

"What?" Old Mrs. Wilson, upon hearing this, sat up straight in shock, "Peace Group? Charles Seymour?"

"Yes." Benjamin Walton nodded, "I’ve just received news; it’s Charles Seymour’s company that acquired that company, and the price was not low."

"What is Charles Seymour trying to do?" Old Mrs. Wilson was infuriated.

Benjamin Walton hesitated, and seeing this made Old Mrs. Wilson even angrier: "Speak! Just say whatever you’re thinking!"

"This is probably Charles Seymour’s revenge." Benjamin Walton said helplessly, "Peace Group not only acquired that company, but they also reportedly secured the training camp project."

Old Mrs. Wilson’s face turned completely dark, his lips trembling, so angry he couldn’t utter a word.

"Dad, dad... don’t be angry, take care of your health!" Benjamin Walton hurriedly advised, quickly pouring a glass of water for Old Mrs. Wilson.

Old Mrs. Wilson drank half a glass of water, his breath finally calming down: "Charles Seymour is going too far, simply too far!"

"No, I have to go find them!" Old Mrs. Wilson stood up abruptly and started heading out.