However, from the mont Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson appeared on the big screen, the entire engagent banquet fell utterly silent. The laughter was so abrupt, like a steel needle, piercing fiercely into Ethan Seymour’s ears.
The most crucial point is, his face now feels burning hot, as if soone swung an arm in a wide arc, repeatedly and rcilessly slapping him dozens of tis, to the extent that he could taste the blood in his mouth.
"Ophelia, what is happening? Why is Sophie Wilson there?" Others might be able to hold it in, but the "straightforward" Erie Wilson couldn’t hide her words, asking Ophelia Wilson with disbelief.
Her startled question drew everyone’s gaze over at once.
At this mont, they were genuinely thankful to Erie Wilson for voicing the question that lingered in everyone’s hearts.
Ophelia Wilson was almost dying of embarrassnt. How would she know why Sophie Wilson was there?
"I don’t know either." Ophelia Wilson could only answer awkwardly.
"Ethan Seymour, didn’t you say your grandfather went to the ninth floor for a banquet? And that the banquet was Charles Seymour’s engagent party?" Erie Wilson was a stubborn person. When her doubts weren’t answered, she liked to relentlessly pursue clarity.
Ethan Seymour’s already grim face seed to be slapped hard twice more, so much that he was becoming numb from the pain.
He was already embarrassed enough, what was up with this Erie Wilson?
Why insist on questioning him?
No wonder she went as far as framing Sophie Wilson by drugging herself, she’s truly an idiot!
"Aunt, my grandfather only went to attend a banquet, this... shouldn’t be my elder brother’s engagent party." Jas Reed interjected from the side, forcing a smile to show he didn’t mind in the slightest, "If it was an engagent banquet, having fewer than ten tables of guests like this seems a bit too shabby, doesn’t it?"
As soon as Jas Reed finished speaking, the surrounding guests looked at him as if he were an idiot.
With such a powerful guest lineup for Charles Seymour, calling it shabby?
Then what would they call their own gathering?
It’s not true that more people ans more prestige, and fewer people an shabby, alright?
Isn’t Jas Reed managing quite a bit of business at Seymour Corporation?
How could he utter sothing so brainless?
They might not know the identities of those who weren’t caught on cara, but the guests who were captured just now, they were all big nas.
Important figures like that sat at the furthest back, so as for the identities of those at the front tables, even if they couldn’t guess, they knew they were more formidable than those who appeared.
"Yes, Erie, maybe it’s so sort of launch event, perhaps Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour are just making appearances to showcase a product." Chaya Davis quickly thought of a plausible reason in the heat of the mont.
Anyway, she firmly refused to believe that Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson could hold such status, hosting an engagent banquet on the ninth floor and inviting such prominent figures.
Why had she been suppressed by Clarissa Taylor for most of her life, only to finally make a coback, just to find out in the end that this so-called coback was all her own illusion.
Absolutely not!
Therefore, none of this could be real!
As soon as Chaya Davis finished speaking, Ophelia Wilson wished she could go up and shut her mouth, that reason was embarrassingly far-fetched, wasn’t it?
At this mont, Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson had already started walking forward, and with their steps, the surrounding stage effects changed.
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