Shortly after Randy left, the phone on Mr. White's desk rang, and he felt a headache, knowing what was coming.
Still, he could only pick it up with a tired sigh. "Hello, dear."
The voice on the other end was clearly annoyed. "You really went through with that husband grooming plan of yours?"
Mr. White grunted. "Don't call it that, dear, I'm doing this for our daughter's safety and future—"
His wife interrupted him with an exasperated sigh. "Haah… this is so stupid, though. Didn't you promise to listen to me more from now on?"
The man couldn't help but frown. He knew that he wasn't the best at making the most viable business decisions, but his wife wasn't much better, either.
The 'success' of their 'White Deer Corporation' stemmed not from their business talent, but from inheritance.