"Ever since I found out that my Mr. Seymour is the chairman of the Peace Group, the Wilson Clan has been trying every ans to get close to us, and now you’re looking at my Mr. Seymour with those affectionate eyes, what is your intention?"
"Using your charm? Ophelia Wilson, don’t forget, you’re engaged!" Sophie Wilson’s words made Ophelia Wilson grind her teeth in anger, wishing she could bite Sophie Wilson to death.
"Charm?" Charles Seymour looked puzzled at Sophie, who was holding him, and asked, "Who could be more beautiful than you?"
Ophelia Wilson had always been very confident in her appearance, but when Charles Seymour said this, a rush of blood ca up, and she could even taste a hint of tallic sweetness in her mouth.
"Oh dear, I’m going to be embarrassed if you say that." Sophie Wilson laughed as she held Charles Seymour, but... her eyes were sparkling as she laughed, showing no sign of embarrassnt at all.
"Then don’t be dazzled by the wildflowers outside." Sophie coyly tugged at Charles Seymour’s clothes.
"I don’t like dirty things." Charles Seymour’s words caused Ophelia Wilson’s face to turn a bloodless white, her pitiful eyes looked at Jas Reed standing next to her, her about-to-cry, deeply wronged appearance was truly lovely.
If it were in the past, Jas Reed would definitely have been chard and his heart racing, but now, looking at Sophie, who was laughing brightly like a blooming peony in the elevator, Ophelia’s pitiable look just felt a bit bland to him.
Why should he prefer the elegant Sophie Wilson over the small-minded Ophelia Wilson?
However, at this mont, Jas Reed still rembered his status and naturally stood on Ophelia’s side.
"Big brother, please don’t talk about Ophelia like that." Jas Reed looked helplessly at Charles Seymour, speaking up for Ophelia, "It’s not nice to say such things about a girl."
Charles Seymour didn’t even glance at Jas, completely ignoring him, which made Jas grit his teeth, and if he wasn’t trying so hard to control it, the veins on his forehead would have popped out.
What does Charles Seymour an?
Is he really so beneath Charles Seymour’s notice?
"If you think it’s not good, could you please persuade her not to block the elevator and disturb others’ use of it, and also not to look at my fiancé with those pitiable eyes?" Sophie said with a smile, "You’re making things difficult for us."
"I didn’t." Ophelia defensively pleaded.
"Can you say you aren’t blocking the elevator?" Sophie’s eyes fell on Ophelia’s hand that was blocking the elevator door, "Can you say you didn’t first speak pitifully to my fiancé?"
"Ophelia Wilson, have you gotten so used to stealing that you took my parents and now even want my fiancé? Where is your sha?" Sophie directly slapped a heavy accusation on Ophelia’s head, regardless of whether Ophelia intended to steal Charles Seymour or not; she said it first anyway.
"Ophelia, let go." Jas Reed hastily pulled Ophelia back, asking her to let go of the elevator door.
Reluctantly, Ophelia released her hand, lifted her head, and explained to Jas with deep grievance, "Jas, I’m not..."
As for what Ophelia said next, Sophie couldn’t hear it because the elevator doors finally closed, allowing them to move down.
"Mr. Seymour, such great cooperation. Complints!" Sophie laughed as she clung to Charles Seymour. Ophelia and Jas’ indignant yet silenced expressions just now were truly hilarious to her.
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