Chapter 400

For a fleeting moment, Jerold thought his father had figured something out. But he quickly composed himself, feigning ignorance as he said, "Dad... I know what I'm doing. Trust me, I have my reasons for choosing Arnold." His father waved a hand dismissively. "Do as you please. I'm just offering some advice." A pang of heartache struck Jerold, but he forced it down, replying, "Thanks, Dad." Mr. Morris wasn’t blind; he could see the pain in his younger son’s eyes. But he also knew this boy had always been more cunning than his elder brother. Jerold’s talents lay in negotiation and persuasion, not management—that was Stefan’s forte. If only the two brothers could work together, Mr. Morris thought wistfully. The Morris Group would undoubtedly reach new heights. But deep down, he knew that was unlikely. He sighed heavily, the weight of his unspoken hopes pressing down on him. Jerold clenched his teeth, saying nothing more. He cast one last, lingering glance at his father before turning and