South City.
Roland Agency Ltd.
Chairman's Office.
"You've been doing great these days, a hundred times better than your brother. If you'd returned to the country earlier, Roland might have taken a huge step forward by today."
Cameron Southwell lavished praise upon Nathan Dawn, who was sitting opposite him.
Compared to his eldest son, Shane Southwell, this younger son was much more worry-free, unlike the prodigal son who only knew how to squander.
Nathan smiled faintly; he greatly enjoyed his father's praise, especially when being compared to Shane Southwell.
"Father, this is what I should do. As the Vice President of Roland, it's only natural to serve the company and share your worries."
Then, his expression grew somewhat sad: "It's truly heartbreaking that my brother passed away so young; I didn't even have a chance to get close to him."
"Good child." Mentioning Shane Southwell stirred no sadness in Cameron Southwell.
