Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 593: Certificate of Honor

Now Ethan Seymour like this, really brought it upon himself.

After glancing at Ethan Seymour, Daniel Clark quickly turned his head to look at Charles Seymour, wanting to know how Charles would face the current situation.

Regarding Charles Seymour, the eldest of the Seymour Family, he was indeed not very familiar and did not know Charles’s style of handling matters.

Charles Seymour finally stopped flipping through the documents, his slender fingers casually resting on them. He looked up and glanced at Ethan.

His gaze, calm without any emotional fluctuations, made Ethan’s heart tighten, and the feeling of disgust intensified.

Sure enough, this little bastard was born just to frustrate him.

However, for some reason, being looked at like that by Charles, Ethan felt as if his heart was gripped tightly by an invisible big hand, accelerating his heartbeat and making his breathing uneven.

Illusion!

It must be an illusion!

How could he be afraid of this little bastard!

Ethan glared angrily at Charles, his eyes ignited with two flames of fury, wishing he could burn Charles to ashes.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and confrontational.

Even as mere bystanders, Aiden Clark and Daniel Clark felt their heart rates quicken, involuntarily gulping.

Just when they thought the "battle" was about to erupt, Charles turned his head and calmly said three words to Jim Perry: "Call security."

With a puff, the tense atmosphere in the conference room deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing instantly.

Daniel Clark stared at Charles in disbelief. Did he, did he just say what?

Call security?

This, this... can the matter be resolved like this?

"Okay." Jim nodded, turned around, and instructed the people outside.

James Reed sneered and asked, "President Perry, aren’t you worried about our private dealings being exposed?"

Jim looked at James Reed amusedly.

James Reed then turned to Charles Seymour: "Big brother, this President Perry accepted my things, which are quite valuable!"

James Reed deliberately emphasized his words, heavily pointing out the key point.

Charles Seymour looked at Jim Perry, silently inquiring.

Jim Perry spread his hands helplessly and said, "Last time Mr. Reed gave me a painting, he said it was a replica..."

Charles slightly frowned and said, "Didn’t I tell you to donate it?"

"Yes!" Jim said with a smile, "Although it’s a replica, I saw it had high artistic value, so I donated it to the National Museum."

As Jim spoke, the conference room door was knocked. He went to open it and brought in a document, saying with a smile, "When I donated it to the National Museum, their staff might not have been proficient enough, insisting it was authentic."

Jim smiled at James Reed, whose face was now as dark as the bottom of a pot, and continued, "However, I don’t really understand these things, so whatever they say goes. But, Mr. Reed, rest assured, the donor’s name is written as yours."

With that, Jim handed the donation honor certificate issued by the National Museum to James Reed and reminded him, "Mr. Reed, keep it safe."

At this moment, James Reed wished to slap the certificate onto Jim’s face, smashing that elegant fake smile!

Even so, he couldn’t vent the anger in his heart, the fury burning inside him!

James Reed’s chest heaved violently. If it weren’t for his strong resolve, he might have fainted from anger at this point.