"Heir, heh."
Hearing his confident words, Brandon couldn't help but snort.
"What are you laughing at?" Daryl was very displeased with this.
"Finn is not here, and his father is paralyzed and hospitalized. Shouldn't I be in charge of this company?"
"Managing the company is not playing the game. Do you think it's that easy?"
After Brandon woke up from the car accident, he had a lot of free time. So he read through the financial reports of the Orwell Group for the past ten years as well as files of some important projects of cooperation.
He found that the Orwell Group was not so solid at all, but was actually a paper tiger, full of holes that could not be repaired.
Brandon felt a headache just looking at those files, let alone Daryl, an idiot.
"Don't look down on me. Although I like to have fun, I graduated from a proper business school. I will definitely lead the company to be great again!"