No matter how turbulent Julian Campbell’s heart was, it was not as intense as the magnitude ten earthquake in Jas Reed’s heart at this mont.
He stood there rigidly, his brain unable to command his body.
He didn’t even know how to move or what facial expression to make.
Sophie Wilson’s words seed to have torn off the disguise he had maintained for many years, thrown it on the ground, and stomped it deep into the mud.
Back then, he had climbed out of such a quagmire and entered the Seymour Family; he never intended to leave again.
Returning to his previous life, that’s simply impossible.
"Sophie Wilson, you’re spouting nonsense..." Ophelia Wilson saw Jas Reed standing there stiffly, usually such a gentle person, his face was as pale as a ghost.
Clearly, he was the young master of the Seymour Family, soone who should be held in high regard, but because of Sophie’s nonsensical words, he had to endure these peculiar stares... How humiliating must that be?
Ophelia’s heart felt like it was being pierced with needles, and without thinking, a curse burst out of her mouth.
However, she was only halfway through when Jas Reed gently stopped her.
Feeling the chill of his fingers, Ophelia felt even worse, her heart trembling with distress.
"Let it be." Jas Reed sighed softly, his voice so quiet it seed it might vanish at any mont. "That matter... it’s not sothing that can be explained in a sentence or two. Ophelia, don’t interrupt everyone’s work."
Jas Reed’s forbearance made Ophelia’s heart bleed, but since he said so, she naturally wouldn’t argue.
"Alright, let’s go back and rest first." Ophelia took Jas Reed away.
Her head was held high, proud like a noble princess, and Sophie’s slander could not make her bow her head.
But... Ophelia buried a deep hatred in her heart.
She rembered Sophie Wilson!
This bitch, trying to co back and take her parents away, had just hard Jas again!
She would make Sophie Wilson suffer, suffer terribly!
She vowed it!
Sophie watched coldly from the side, secretly chuckling. Jas Reed truly had so skills.
At this mont, saying nothing was better than saying anything.
Especially since Jas put on an expression of unspeakable difficulty, which sowhat salvaged the loss.
"Don’t be sad, why don’t you head back to the hotel first?" Sophie "comforted" Charles Seymour.
Julian Campbell couldn’t close his mouth in shock.
No, he just wanted to ask his Aunt which eye saw his Uncle sad?
Charles Seymour shook his head, "Stay with you."
"Okay." Sophie was moved by Charles’s thoughtfulness, happily giving him a hug before arranging a spot for him.
He could see her performance without feeling uncomfortable.
"Alright, those who are not involved, step back." The director called out, and the crew hurriedly got into their positions, while those not participating in the scene quickly stepped aside.
Only Grace Wilson stood stiffly in place, not knowing what to do.
Ophelia had just left like that, leaving her there.
And all along, Sophie hadn’t even acknowledged her, as if in Sophie’s eyes, she wasn’t even as significant as a fly.
The assistant director glanced at Grace Wilson, who was still standing there, and asked, "Grace Wilson, you’re blocking the cara."
With that shout, Grace felt all eyes around her were on her.
Angrily, she glared at Sophie and then turned and ran away in large strides.
Sophie calmly reapplied her makeup, never glancing at Grace once, making Grace, who hid in a corner peeping, so angry that she nearly scratched her own arm to pieces.
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