'What a shame... After this stunt from Arthur, Su Chen is definitely on his guard. I'm afraid we won't get an opportunity like this again.'
Ponte Morgan couldn't help but sigh at the thought. 'My third son has ambition, but not much. He has ability, but just a little.'
'A classic case of someone more likely to ruin things than to accomplish anything.'
"Alright, you may go. Do what you need to do. As for that Su Chen business..." Ponte Morgan paused, pondering for a moment before continuing, "Let's set it aside for now. I doubt he'll be coming back to America anytime soon."
"Yes, Father!" Arthur knew he had failed this family test.
He nodded, dejected, and turned to walk out of the office.
Watching his son's somewhat lonely, retreating figure, Ponte Morgan shook his head. 'In large financial dynasties like ours, you have to show exceptional talent if you want to rise to the top.'
