Ethan Seymour’s face turned green with anger.
Is this Sophie Wilson an idiot?
Jas Reed stifled his urge to swear and continued to persuade for Charles Seymour’s sake, "Miss Wilson, this concerns my brother’s future..."
"As long as the Seymour Corporation doesn’t go bankrupt, can’t he just keep collecting dividends?" Sophie Wilson asked Jas Reed.
"Yes, but..."
"That’s enough, as those dividends are enough for us to live on. No buts. I don’t have high demands for my living conditions, as long as there’s enough to eat and drink." Sophie Wilson seed quite content with the status quo, grinning as she said to Jas Reed, "I’m very satisfied."
Living in such a large detached villa, in a location better than Ethan Seymour’s ho, driving a far more luxurious car, even their engagent party outshone Jas Reed’s, Sophie said she didn’t have high demands... Indeed, her standards weren’t very high.
Even soone as calculating as Jas Reed was almost driven to vomit blood with anger, so one could imagine how even more unsettled Ethan Seymour was, directly swearing, "You call that low demands? Have the guts to move out, earn your living, ride the bus, that’s what you’d call low demands!"
"Don’t live in villas, ride in luxury cars, and spend money like water, yet shalessly claim you have low demands!" Ethan Seymour had never seen soone so shaless in his life.
"My Mr. Seymour doesn’t think my demands are high." Sophie Wilson shrugged and turned to shake Charles Seymour’s arm, and coyly asked, "Honey, are my demands high?"
"Not high!"
Sophie called him honey, and Mr. Seymour felt very flattered, his heart so sweet that his blood sugar levels were soaring, almost reaching five plus signs.
"So would you neglect for making money?" Sophie Wilson continued to ask.
"No!" Mr. Seymour never considered making money a priority. Without Sophie, money ant nothing.
Running a company was just to kill ti without Sophie, now that Sophie was with him, whoever wanted to manage the company could do so!
"Would you mind spending your money?" Sophie Wilson pouted, looking cutely at her Mr. Seymour.
Her Mr. Seymour was almost getting drunk on Sophie’s adorable little look, he simply countered, "I gave it to you long ago. They’re your things, use them as you wish, why would I mind?"
Sophie Wilson was satisfied, leaving Jas Reed and Ethan Seymour completely speechless.
"You’re insane! You’re just insane!" Ethan Seymour pointed at Charles Seymour’s nose and cursed, "You’re a wastrel, those things belong to the Seymour Family, how can you..."
"I want to." Charles Seymour casually threw these three words at Ethan Seymour, making him almost spit out three liters of blood.
"You, you, you... you beast!" Ethan Seymour swore uncontrollably.
Charles Seymour hadn’t reacted yet when he suddenly felt his arm lighten, and the next second, a crisp sound rang out, "You’re the beast!"
"You fathered but didn’t raise, kept a mistress, angered your wife to death, abandoned your son, beast! No, you’re worse than a beast!" Sophie Wilson pointed at Ethan Seymour’s nose and cursed.
Ethan Seymour slowly turned back his tilted face in astonishnt, then realized sothing—he had been slapped!
By Sophie Wilson, she slapped him across the face!
"Sophie Wilson, how dare you hit !" Ethan Seymour, furious, raised his hand to hit back, but unfortunately, his speed was no match for Sophie Wilson and he slapped into thin air.
Ethan Seymour tried to grab again, but suddenly his wrist was gripped tightly. Upon a closer look, he found Charles Seymour had sohow stepped in front of him and was firmly holding his wrist.
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