No way, the boss’s aura is too strong. Ordinary people, no, even extraordinary people can’t withstand it.
Jim Perry glanced at Mason Wilson sitting next to him. With the future father-in-law present, would the boss restrain himself a bit?
Clearly, when the boss loses his temper, no one can stop him.
Of course, when Charles Seymour loses his temper, he doesn’t curse people. It’s just that a cold gaze is enough to skin a person alive.
The sunlit, warm conference room felt so cold, it was as if everyone was in a frozen wasteland. Even more terrifying, it was like soone was chasing them with a knife!
The suffocating atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a ringing phone.
The faces of everyone in the conference room turned pale, quickly shifting from white to a greenish hue.
Twisting their stiff necks, they used their nearly unbendable fingers to check their phones, hoping it wasn’t their own forgetfulness that left it on.
"Sophie, what’s up?" The voice, deep and resonant like a cello, was laced with a sweetness as thick as honey.
Everyone searching for their phones stiffened and perked up their ears. Why did this voice sound so familiar?
The montary daze was gone in a flash. The next second, everyone’s shocked gaze fell on Charles Seymour’s face.
Then, they saw that the cold-blooded monarch, who had just descended from an eternal ice mountain, actually had a faint smile at the corners of his lips, and his deep, dark eyes were filled with warmth and affection.
With a snap, they seed to hear the sound of the ice breaking.
Tenacious seeds broke through the frozen soil, stretching out resilient shoots, quickly growing. In an instant, it was spring again, bursting with life.
In the ti it took for a phone to ring, crossing from hell to heaven wasn’t so unimaginable.
Sophie Wilson had no idea her call could be so impactful; she quickly recounted Erie Wilson’s situation: "...I feel sothing isn’t right."
"Okay, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it," Charles Seymour listened and nodded, his mind already made up.
With those words from Charles Seymour, Sophie Wilson felt at ease. Naturally, she wouldn’t waste ti and simply hung up the phone.
As soon as the call ended, Charles Seymour stood up and said to those in the conference room, "Redo it!"
The people, who thought they were in for more ntal tornt, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Was this... a reprieve?
Jim Perry mused quietly, it seems the boss can reign in his temper after all. The key lies in who it’s for.
He was becoming increasingly curious about their boss’s wife.
Who exactly is this remarkable person who can ta the boss?
"Uncle, when Erie went to see Sophie, she had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital," Charles Seymour said to Mason Wilson.
"What?" Mason Wilson grew anxious imdiately, blurting out his worry, "How’s Sophie?"
Hearing Mason Wilson unhesitatingly choose to side with Sophie, Charles Seymour was greatly satisfied.
"Uncle, let’s go to the hospital now. I’m worried... soone might pin this on Sophie," Charles Seymour said.
"Alright." Mason Wilson’s eyes narrowed, clearly angry.
Daring to sche against his daughter, did they think he was dead?
Jim Perry watched Mason Wilson leave in a hurry and sighed lightly in his heart, wondering if Mason realized he had just been tested by their boss.
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