Chapter 834: Chapter 834: Appear_1
Jimmy Simmons, irate, swept everything off the desk to the floor with a swing of his arm, causing his wheelchair to wobble dangerously, but thankfully, Hank Ward was there to steady it just in time.
Even then, Jimmy Simmons stumbled and leaned heavily onto the armrest, his face growing uglier with anger, "George River, I thought of you as a good brother, but you’ve let Tiffany down and betrayed me too. I will definitely get my revenge for this!"
Hank Ward, understanding how deep their relationship went, tried to put in a good word, "Mr. Simmons, could there be some misunderstanding with this matter?"
Jimmy Simmons glared at him, "What misunderstanding could there be? Are you saying his attempt to usurp the Simmons Clan is false? And Tiffany, is it not him who grew tired of her and abandoned her?"
Hank Ward wanted to explain; the day he saw the panicked and guilty look in Tiffany Lynch’s eyes, he had someone investigate her, and the results indeed left him quite surprised.
However, Jimmy Simmons clearly wasn’t in the mood to listen to these things, "You don’t need to say anymore, the top priority now is to secure that project. Have someone keep a close eye on those old shareholders, and don’t let them pull any tricks."
Hank Ward, "Does Mr. Simmons not trust them?"
Jimmy Simmons sneered, "When I disappeared and Arnold Simmons took over, I didn’t see them thinking about helping me."
Hank Ward understood.
These old shareholders loved to play both sides, and now seeing Arnold Simmons gone, they naturally turned their attention to Jimmy Simmons.
But things didn’t go as Jimmy Simmons had anticipated; the process of securing the project went unusually smoothly, and those old shareholders didn’t make any moves.
It appeared to be just general ingratiation.
Jimmy Simmons found it odd at first, but as the time to sign the contract approached, he cast aside those doubts.
Until this day.
Seeing the person who suddenly appeared in the conference room, Jimmy Simmons’s hand trembled, holding his pen; he almost fell out of his wheelchair, his eyes almost bursting with rage, clenching his teeth so hard they might shatter, "Arnold Simmons, you’re actually alive!"
Everyone in the conference room was shocked, as if they’d seen a ghost, instinctively wanting to gossip, but were so oppressed by the aura emanating from Arnold Simmons that they found it hard to breathe.
After all, this man who wielded power over the Simmons family was known for being ruthless and merciless.
The man wasn’t wearing a suit. He donned a long dark coat, with a simple silver wristwatch on his wrist, exuding an air of arrogant indifference that made it difficult for others to even look him in the eye.
Jimmy Simmons was sitting in his wheelchair, which naturally made Arnold Simmons stand much taller. Arnold’s faint smile sent chills down people’s spines, "It seems my dear nephew really didn’t expect to see his uncle."
"Arnold Simmons!" Jimmy Simmons gripped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly, furious and bitter about his inferiors status, his eyes nearly bloodshot, "What right does a bastard like you have to speak to me like that?"
No wonder.
He had always found Arnold Simmons’s "death" rather strange.
No sightings of him alive, no body found in death—after a plane crash, one would expect some remains or personal effects to be left behind. Plus, the only outlets reporting his death were a few inconsequential newspapers and magazines.
He should have suspected something.
Only hating that he had been injured at that time and subsequently had been too distracted with projects to think deeply about it.
Facing Jimmy Simmons’s ridicule, Arnold Simmons’s expression remained tranquil. As the man who held power over the Simmons family, his presence was indeed overbearing, forming a sharp contrast with Jimmy Simmons.
"After all, I do own a share of this company; shouldn’t my dear nephew have consulted me before signing any contracts?"
Jimmy Simmons forced himself to calm down, a mocking smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
