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Ophelia Wilson heard the sound of her own teeth chattering. Her pupils were dilated with extre fear, and if not for the chair behind her to rely on, she might have collapsed onto the ground already.
Having acted in countless roles, it was the first ti she fully experienced the chilling murderous aura described in scripts, and the suffocating feeling of death.
She thought her acting was excellent, and she had even seen the imposing aura so actors could create when portraying generals or assassins. But... those seed laughably childish compared to the current situation.
Ophelia regretted it, questioning why she had co and provoked Charles Seymour.
The terrifying aura that made Ophelia wish for a hole to hide in was non-existent for Sophie Wilson.
With a cheerful smile, she stood up and went to grab Charles Seymour’s hand.
The mont their hands touched, the suffocating terror in the room disappeared as if tiny icicles had t with volcanic lava, vanishing instantly.
Just like that, it evaporated quickly.
Sophie was completely unaware that in that brief mont just now, the invisible murderous aura had tornted Ophelia to the brink of death.
After all, Charles’s murderous aura would never affect her. Sophie only felt his gaze upon her was filled with gentle warmth, and he said, "Hey, she has sothing to say to you, it’s about my little secret, oh."
Ophelia, who had just slightly recovered from the cold murderous aura, found Charles’s gaze landing on her again because of Sophie’s words.
Bang——
The water vapor that had just evaporated by the volcanic lava instantly condensed into a large block of ice, crashing down on Ophelia’s head, leaving her dizzy and cold all over.
Isn’t the differential treatnt a bit too much?
Ophelia furiously roared in her heart.
Charles Seymour gave her a cold sidelong glance and contemptuously said, "I won’t listen to the slander of lowly people."
Upon hearing this, Sophie hugged his arm and giggled. Well, Mr. Seymour had imdiately labeled Ophelia a lowlife.
"Alright, then we won’t listen to her nonsense. We’re full, let’s go ho." Sophie smiled at her Mr. Seymour, thinking how pleasing he looked no matter how she viewed him.
"Mm." Charles Seymour nodded, turning without a hint of hesitation to get his coat.
"Charles Seymour, don’t you want to know who hard your uncle?" Ophelia hurriedly spoke. At this point, she definitely couldn’t let Charles walk away, otherwise, she’d have no way to help Jas.
When Jas ca to her and talked about this yesterday, just recalling his troubled and dejected appearance made her heart ache as if pricked by a needle.
Jas had worked hard for such a long ti to collaborate with Peace Corporation, investing so much effort, and yet... the shaless shareholders of the Seymour Corporation wanted to bring Charles Seymour back as so ridiculous leader.
What does Charles Seymour know?
What could he possibly discuss with people from Peace Corporation?
What could he possibly achieve?
He was just a mascot occupying that position.
However, to prevent Jas’s long efforts from going to waste and to stop those shareholders from continuing to ddle, Jas had to invite Charles to join.
If Jas couldn’t complete this task, then she’d give it a try. After all, she had so leverage on Sophie Wilson.
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