As a mediator, Jack Morgan naturally couldn't let Old Rockefeller leave so easily and quickly blocked his way.
"Mr. Rockefeller, Donnie is only 25 years old, and it's inevitable that he's a bit hotheaded. We can sit down and negotiate whatever it is; why lose your temper and give outsiders the advantage?"
Old Rockefeller sighed in his heart as he looked at Jack Morgan before him; he understood what Jack Morgan meant.
Donnie is 25; I am 84.
Right now, the Rockefeller Family is unable to suppress Donnie all at once, so if a war were to break out between both sides, it would inevitably be a protracted war.
Then could I manage to crush Donnie within my lifetime?
If not, considering the talents that Donnie has now displayed, will my descendants have the capability after I'm gone?
Thinking of this, Old Rockefeller turned his head to look at his son, Junior Rockefeller.
At that moment, a certain resignation shone through Old Rockefeller's eyes.
