"Only bad for you, you mean!" Nathan Fawcett raised an eyebrow. "Charles Prescott, I've said my piece. I couldn't care less what happens to the company!"
Charles Prescott said, "But you have to consider everyone else."
"And why should I?" Nathan Fawcett retorted. "Are you all that important to me? Why should I consider any of you?"
"..." Charles Prescott felt a surge of anger toward the man before him.
That's right!
He doesn't care!
Without the Fawcett Group, he's still the Head of the Linden Family.
But what about them?
The Fawcett Group was their only hope.
Seeing Charles Prescott's dark expression, Nathan Fawcett said, "If you really cared about the company, you'd figure out who its true master is! How did something that belonged to my father become the personal property of you and yours?"
"..." Charles Prescott wasn't a fool. He could tell Ethan Linden was putting him in his place.
