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As his hand clenched over his chest, Victor finally couldn’t hold on anymore. With a resounding thump, he fell to the ground and knocked against the settee.
“Dad, I’ll give you one more chance.”
Jameson bent toward Victor slightly, but he still looked down at him as if he were watching a panting, old dog that was on its last legs. “Now, if you kneel and beg me, I will give you the medicine. One should act according to different situations. Isn’t that what you taught us when we were young?”
“Bastard… in… your… dreams!”
Victor’s eyes were almost popping out of their sockets as he glared at him and gnashed his teeth. He slowly crawled toward Jameson, but he couldn’t stand it, no matter how hard he tried.
Jameson stepped back as if a foul-smelling, dirty object was at his feet.
Victor’s pale face became ashen gray. His suffering made Jameson feel a trace of satisfaction, and he couldn’t help but laugh while tears came to his eyes.
“I’ve already sent off your favorite son. I wouldn’t mind sending you off, either. Go to hell, be reunited with your dearest David.”
“David… my… my… David.”
Victor’s bloodshot eyes bulged wildly, and his chapped lips opened wide. He reached out for Jameson’s pants.
Suddenly, his expression of pain stopped shifting. His wizened and stiff hand was just an inch away from Jameson, but it finally went limp.
The entire room felt hollow and cold, like a graveyard.
Jameson stood rooted to the spot. He lowered his head to look at the man at his feet who died without closure.
“Dad, if only I weren’t your son. Then, I would be able to let go of everything you did to my mother and me and resolve things between us.”
He clenched his fist, and his fingernails dug painfully into his palm. He muttered to himself, “I am your most outstanding child, and I could have gained success through righteous means. I could have been in Jeremy’s place, standing beside Lyse as her rightful partner.
“What a shame that you single-handedly destroyed the kind, tender-hearted Jimmy. It’s not my fault. From the beginning till the end, you were the only one to blame.”
Carl and Victor’s secretary, Corey, were waiting outside. The sound insulation for the chairman’s office was so good that they had no idea what was happening inside. Suddenly, the door flung open, and Jameson stumbled out, looking panicked.
“Quickly… call an ambulance! My dad had a heart attack! Call an ambulance!”
Carl was shocked at first, and he saw Jameson’s stricken expression, but he also caught on to his indifferent, cold gaze.
Instantly, he understood everything, and his lips curved into a fraction of a smile.
Corey was panicking all over the place, making calls while sprinting away to call for help. In a dozen minutes, emergency services were there, and the entire office was locked down as they tried too administer first aid to Victor.
Alas, it was all in vain.
“Mr. Schmidt, before we arrived, Mr. Victor had already lost signs of life.”
The medical officer sighed sorrowfully. “My deepest condolences.”
In front of the others, Jameson’s gaze dimmed, and his body slumped. Tears flowed from his eyes. He perfectly played the part of a filial son who had just lost a loved one. His performance moved everyone present.
As Victor died in his own office, and medical officers were going in and out of the building along with an ambulance parked there, the news spread quickly throughout the company.
At the same time, the news of
Schmidt Group’s chairman dying of a heart attack also spread online.
Outside the office building’s entrance, Jameson was herded by Carl and his bodyguards to his car after painstakingly pushing their way through the crowd of reporters.
The black Bentley sped toward the hospital.
Jameson sat in the back seat. His eyes were rimmed with redness, and his lips twitched. Suddenly, he laughed uncontrollably! Even Carl, who was driving the car, shivered in fright. “Carl… I won, I finally won.”
Jameson laughed until he was out of breath as he gripped the heart attack medicine bottle tightly. “From now on, I will have tens of thousands of people under my feet. This day has finally come.” Suddenly, the phone rang. Seeing that it was Justin, Jameson quickly steadied his breathing and answered the call in a respectful tone.
“Sir.”
“Did you do it?” Justin’s voice drawled.
Jameson’s gaze darkened. “No, it was all him. I couldn’t get over myself to do it.”
“Haha… It doesn’t matter. The process isn’t important. I only care about the outcome.”
Justin’s clear faughter rang through the speaker Mr. Schmidt, no, I should call you Chairman Schmidt Congratulations. After lying in wait for so many years, you are finally standing at the height of power. You got what you wanted.”
As a business tycoon who once stood shoulder to shoulder with Winston, the news of Victor’s death should have been locked down. Only when the situation was more stable would they make a public announcement.
Unexpectedly, various media outlets fought to release the news, and it spread across the city like wildfire.
Jameson was the one who released the news. As of now, he was the only one left from the Schmidt family, so naturally, he would inherit the company.
He finally got his wish. He climbed over mountains of corpses to reach the height of Schmidt Group’s power.
Victor’s body was temporarily placed in the hospital morgue. As his relative, Jameson refused to do an autopsy. Since the police did not find traces of foul play, the case was closed as an accidental death.
In the hospital’s rest area, Jameson sat up straight on a black leather couch. His arms rested on the armrest naturally and with an air of authority. He closed his eyes and started imagining himself sitting on a throne.
“Dad, in my 30 over years of life, this is the best present you’ve given me. Thank you for this. Rest in peace.”
Knocks sounded at the door, and Jameson answered. Carl entered, followed by another man dressed in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase.
Then, Carl locked the door.
“Mr. Derullere, please sit.” Jameson smiled gently.
Jason Derullere was Victor’s close friend. Not only was he Schmidt Group’s legal advisor, but he was also a private lawyer for the entire Schmidt family. He had been working with his father for more than three decades.
“Mr. Jameson,” Jason politely greeted.
Jameson didn’t react, but it was clear that he was displeased with the title.
Nevertheless, the course of events was more or less settled. They were just waiting for the next board meeting to announce officially that Schmidt Group was under his control, so he wasn’t too fussed right now.
Jameson smiled and said steadily, “Now, you can read his will to me. After all, I’m the only living relative left in the Schmidt family.”
Jason sighed with helplessness and sorrow. He retrieved the will, which had been edited countless times, from his briefcase.
The documents had barely seen the light when Jameson sprang up from his seat and grabbed the papers, eagerly flipping through them.
His eyes glazed over line after line; the words reflected in his dark and unsettling eyes. He stood still for long time. Even Jason, who was experienced in difficult situations, felt on edge. Cold sweat trickled down his back.
Finally, Jameson finished the whole will. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he tossed the document to Jason’s feet with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“He even remembered to leave a portion for Josh and Daisy, who are in jail. Yet, he didn’t mention me even once. Lovely. So this is what my biological father is capable of doing.”
Not only that, Victor also abolished the hereditary succession system in Schmidt Group, overturning a decades-old method of passing on the company. After he died, the successor would be voted in based on competency.
Jameson laughed. His laughter rang out.
Even if he was the president now, from the very beginning, he was a mere toot that Victor used to stabilize the situation. After his usefulness was gone, he would be tossed aside-even if he was the only one left.
That heartless man would not leave even a scrap for him.
As Jason watched Jameson descend into madness, he shuddered.
Victor’s death was unexpected. Jason had access to the will, and he was the only witness. He knew that he was in deep water because Jameson was a ruthless, power-hungry man.
It was just that he didn’t think this day would come so soon.
“Jason, you are my father’s right-hand man. Now that he is gone, I hope that you can support me and manage the company together.”
Jameson sat back down gracefully. His arrogant tone of voice carried a sense of intimidation at the same time.
Jason stood there in fear. In his hesitation, Carl went up to him and offered him a lighter.
“You are a smart man, Mr. Derullere. I’m sure you understand that a new management often brings in a new batch of personnel. That said, Mr. Schmidt is a generous and kind man. He recognizes your talents. He hopes that you will be able to continue with your role as Schmidt Group’s legal advisor.
“Once Mr. Schmidt is officially promoted, your family will also benefit from your loyalty. This is a win-win approach. Don’t you wish to see this happen too, Mr. Derullere?”
