Chapter One Hundred & Twenty-Two

“Whether Mr. Jamal dies or is bedridden, we will never make the position of the chairman open for your son!” Samuel informed them curtly in a serious tone.

“Why?” Madam Felicia laughed in disgust. “Don’t forget this is my late husband’s company and my son has every right to be the chairman!” Madam Felicia reminded them.

“Although it’s a family business, it is also a professional firm where people work and not something that can handed over easily.” Samuel began. “If you think your son is capable of leading us, then he should prove it and not stay at home, hiding under mummy’s skirt!” Samuel scolded harshly.

“What?!” Martins reacted, clenching his fist but his mother stopped him.

“If you still want to claim this company forcefully, without listening to us, we will all take back our investment and support, then the company will be left like an empty shell.” One of the major shareholders spilled bluntly.

The trio couldn’t sort out their next question as they didn’t know what to say. The