"The Fuller Clan has recently appointed a new president." Christopher Fuller's eyebrows slightly raised: "His name is James Fuller."
Florence Fuller's heart skipped a beat, her intuition told her it wasn't simple.
Christopher Fuller: "He's about the same age as you, returned from studying abroad and went straight into the company, starting as an ordinary employee and then seemed to have achieved something, gradually promoted to the position of deputy director. Guess what, at the recent company meeting, uncle directly announced him as the new president."
Florence Fuller tapped her fingertips on the table: "James Fuller..."
Christopher Fuller raised an eyebrow: "Sister, you're so smart, it's not hard to guess."
Having a smooth journey in the company, seemingly having outstanding abilities to get promoted, but actually, he's long been arranged by Michael Fuller to be the successor.
"Old bastard!" Florence Fuller laughed angrily.
