After the initial shock of hearing the news, everyone was waiting eagerly for the drama to unfold.
Who didn’t know how much Ethan Seymour disliked Charles Seymour over the years, always favoring Jas Reed? Now, the son Ethan disowned through a newspaper announcent turns out to be soone even more unreachable, the very son he favored. They were really curious to know Ethan’s feelings at this mont.
Never underestimate businessn; they are incredibly sharp when it cos to information. Otherwise, how could they capture the first opportunity in business?
In just a few hours, Charles Seymour’s identity had spread throughout the business circle of Imperial City.
anwhile, Ethan Seymour, one of the protagonists everyone was concerned about, was already standing outside the gates of the Seymour Family’s old mansion, glaring at the door and breathing heavily.
Finally, Ethan seed to have cald down a little and pressed the doorbell.
Once inside, Ethan learned that Old Mr. Seymour was in the study, so he quickly marched upstairs.
Throughout the process, his face remained dark, and deep hatred was evident in his eyes.
With a bang, he pushed open the door and stepped into the study.
Old Mr. Seymour frowned, put down his book, removed his reading glasses, looked at Ethan coldly, and asked, "What, do I owe you money?"
Who are you putting on a face for?
Old Mr. Seymour wasn’t going to stand for Ethan’s attitude.
"Dad, you knew all along, didn’t you?" Ethan questioned grimly, having figured it out on the way over.
No wonder Charles could hold his engagent banquet on the ninth floor of the Imperial Hotel and invite those people. It was all because Charles was the chairman of Peace Group.
Charles had money and could stimulate the economy, so naturally, inviting those people wasn’t an issue.
Even if it was just for show, those people would still give Charles face.
His old man attending that engagent banquet must have known beforehand. Otherwise, why not attend Jas’s engagent banquet and instead go to that little brat’s?
"Knew what?" Ethan’s words were so sudden and inexplicable that Old Mr. Seymour was utterly baffled.
"Doesn’t Dad know about Charles’s identity?" Ethan gritted his teeth and asked.
Old Mr. Seymour was stunned, genuinely puzzled. What identity could Charles have?
Thinking of Charles’s engagent banquet that day, Old Mr. Seymour looked at Ethan’s reaction and understood: "What? You’ve learned about Charles’s identity?"
"So, Dad, you knew all along, right?" Ethan saw Old Mr. Seymour’s calm reaction and asked with a bitter smile, "You knew all along!"
Old Mr. Seymour paid no mind to Ethan but instead directly called Charles.
"Grandpa, what’s up?" Charles’s voice ca from the speakerphone, and Old Mr. Seymour asked, "What did you do today?"
Charles found Old Mr. Seymour’s question very strange and asked in confusion, "Did what?"
His daily routine was quite regular, just spending ti with Sophie and going to work.
What could he possibly do?
"Your dad ca here to question about your identity." Old Mr. Seymour was also extrely curious, wasn’t he?
He felt it better to clarify things face-to-face as he was entirely in the dark from the beginning.
"My identity?" Charles was even more puzzled, "What identity?"
He thought for quite a while but couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his identity. More crucially...
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