Jameson Valerius was already in his seventies. He rarely handled the conglomerate's affairs personally anymore, unless something truly major occurred. The fact that he was now heading to Portcove to handle this matter himself was proof enough of how much he valued the resort project with the Linton Family.
"But Dad, can your body handle it?" Liam Valerius asked with feigned concern.
Jameson Valerius's face was cold. "I'm not so old that I don't even have the strength for a trip to Portcove."
Liam Valerius didn't say anything further to dissuade Jameson Valerius. 'It's better if he goes anyway,' he thought. 'I've already coordinated with the Linton Family's representative, and they definitely won't have anything good to say about Damien. If the old man sees it with his own eyes and faces the Lintons himself, he'll get a more direct sense of the situation and grow to despise Damien even more.'
