Before ordinary people, Nathan Caroule still considered himself quite smart.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to secure the position of Special Assistant to the President of the Lewis Group.
Yet in the Lewis household, Nathan, who stood above countless individuals in the company, felt like a speck of dust.
Especially in the chess game, facing Timothy, who possessed both calmness and an unafraid spirit of a newborn calf, Nathan quickly retreated and surrendered.
In the end, the male side of the chess game, with Roy Lewis' father and son group achieving an overwhelming advantage of three victories, two ties, and one loss, won the game.
"Uncle Caroule, about next week's conference report, I'll have to trouble you."
Timothy sweetly asked Nathan Caroule>.
Nathan pointed at the cunning little fox-like youngster and tattled to Roy Lewis.
"Roy, look at him, someone so young is already exploiting the working class."
