The words were almost bitten out, each one grinding against Jimmy Simmons’s bones, carrying an extrely thick scent of blood.
He hated.
He hated his own incompetence.
He hated that he couldn’t even surpass Arnold Simmons, losing to the person he once detested the most.
Clearly, he was the rightful heir to the Simmons Clan, yet he had been thoroughly suppressed by Arnold Simmons, the illegitimate son.
Unlike Arnold Simmons bowing his head, this was Jimmy Simmons’s last pride.
Arnold Simmons did not care about the murderous look in Jimmy’s eyes that almost wanted to kill him instantly; he remained indifferent, "Did you call here today just to say these things?"
Jimmy Simmons said, staring at him, "I called you here today to ask you one last ti, the death of my parents, was it really your doing?"
He had been investigating this matter since before he disappeared.
But until now, he hadn’t found anything; even when he asked the police who investigated the case at the ti, they still claid it had nothing to do with Arnold Simmons.
Of course, Jimmy did not believe it, but no matter how much he investigated, he couldn’t find any trace of evidence.
It was as if the car accident back then had really just been an accident.
"Arnold, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe that what happened back then had nothing to do with you at all."
Arnold responded in a casual tone, "Jimmy, I’m not as omnipotent as you think, able to manipulate everyone."
He paused, then added, "The reason you ca to ask about it is simply because you also can’t find any evidence to prove it was my doing, right?"
Jimmy remained silent.
He indeed had no evidence.
Not only did he have no evidence, but even the people around him had started advising him not to oppose Arnold any longer.
He would not be a match for Arnold.
It was laughable.
"Arnold, I don’t believe you will have the last laugh; I don’t believe, I will lose to you again."
"Believe it or not, I won’t interfere with the affairs of the Simmons Family anymore. Since you think you won’t lose to , why not let see how you will turn defeat into victory this ti."
After finishing this final sentence, Arnold Simmons simply left.
His return today was rely to see what that nasty boy who had yelled at him to get out of the Simmons Family had finally grown into.
Now, it seed, he was just as foolish as before.
Indeed, there was no need to waste any more ti on such a person.
The true contest between Arnold Simmons and Jimmy Simmons had begun from the ti of the death of Jimmy’s parents.
Although Arnold was an illegitimate son, Old Sir Simmons cared about appearances; having an illegitimate son wasn’t a big deal to him—it was a proof of a man’s charm.
However, it would be problematic if outsiders knew he was too harsh on his illegitimate son.
So, once Arnold reached a certain age, Old Sir Simmons casually handed him an insignificant position in the Simmons Clan that had no real power.
As long as it looked good on the surface.
Jimmy Simmons was a few years younger than Arnold; Arnold joined the company when Jimmy had just graduated from high school.
Two years later, under the arrangent of Old Sir Simmons, Jimmy also entered the family company.
However, Jimmy’s starting point was much higher than Arnold’s; he imdiately took the position of General Manager upon joining.
It was clear that Old Sir Simmons was pulling strings for his own grandson, and naturally, no one in the company dared to oppose it.
As a result, Arnold Simmons, the illegitimate son, was ignored.
It wasn’t until a year later, after Old Sir Simmons and Jimmy’s parents had passed away successively, that Arnold stood out again.
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