Mrs. Sharp fixed Jackson with a sharp gaze. "In the entire Sharp family, who else but your older brother has what it takes to lead? Your second and third brothers are lost in their books, and you, well, you''re just a spoiled kid. Sadly, your elder brother has no children, so the legacy of the ring means nothing now. I''m giving it as a gift to someone deserving. What''s got you all worked up?"


    Jackson, flustered, spilled his greedy intentions. "Mother, who says I can''t take over the Vincent Corporation? You just don''t trust my skills. Give me the business, and I''ll prove I can make it thrive. Why should an outsider reap the rewards?"


    Mrs. Sharp stayed silent, but her eyes lingered on Jules with a knowing look.


    Jules clenched his fists, realizing that his supposedly naive younger brother had ambitions of his own.


    "Mother, since our little brother wants to try his hand at business, why not let him give it a shot?"


    A mysterious smile crept onto Mrs. Sharp''s face. "Indeed, if your brother is keen on business, how can I, as his mother, not support him? But he''s always been a bit of a dandy, and Vincent Corporation is no small feat. If he wants to get into business, he''ll need to prove himself. I think we should put him to the test."


    Jackson was ted. "Mother, I''m ready for any challenge."


    Mrs. Sharp then turned to Morris. "Young man, I see you have a noble character, and your loyalty to Nathalie is admirable. I like that about you. Would you do this olddy a favor? Stick around for three months. I''ll give both you and Jackson equal chances. If you can outdo him within that time, you might just be the new head of the Sharp family enterprise."


    Morris remained quiet, now sure that Mrs. Sharp knew his true identity.


    With a soft smile, Morris replied, "Alright then, I''ve got nowhere else to be, might as well stick around for the fun."


    But Jackson was upset. "Mother, if he really beats me, would you hand Vincent Corporation over to him?"


    Mrs. Sharp answered, "He''s got his own challenges, and his past isn''t exactly spotless. If you can''t even beat him, why should Vincent Corporation keep you?"


    Mick nudged Jackson and whispered, "Don''t worry, Jackson, I''ll make sure youe out on top."


    Feeling assured, Jackson said, "Mother, it''s a deal."


    Jackson helped Mick out of the room.


    Once they were gone, silence settled in the room.


    Jules looked at his mother, puzzled, then at Morris.


    "Mother, you''re so protective of Nathan. Do you two know each other from before?"


    Mrs. Sharp shook her head, but her eyes were misty as she looked at Morris.


    "Jules, please step out. I have something to discuss with this young man alone."


    Jules frowned, a bit annoyed.


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    Say that


    your own son


    Mrs. Sharp firmly instructed, "Leave."


    Jules reluctantly left, muttering, "This is my office."


    His assistant trailed behind him.


    Now, it was just Mrs. Sharp and Morris in the room.


    Mrs. Sharp approached Morris slowly, her tone gentle. "Child, look at me, an old woman nearing her end. Could you grant me a bit of satisfaction? May I see the face behind those sunsses?"


    Morris''s voice came out rough, with a touch of nervousness. "Haven''t you already guessed?"


    Her cane slipped from her hand,


    hitting the floor with a thud, and she


    seemed to freeze. Her lips quivered


    noticeably.


    "How did you figure it out?" Morris asked, intrigued.