Charlotte Reed said it in such a way that Ethan Seymour’s anger dissipated by more than half. He nodded reluctantly and said, "We need to get this matter cleared up as soon as possible, otherwise we won’t be able to bear the embarrassnt that follows her!"
"Dad, don’t worry, Ophelia Wilson’s agent is already handling this," Jas Reed confird.
Ethan Seymour gave Jas Reed a long look, finally holding back from speaking, swung his hand, and stord off angrily.
Charlotte Reed quietly waved to Jas Reed, offered him a silent comfort, and quickly followed Ethan out.
Ethan Seymour left in a huff, still angry about Jas Reed’s obsession with Ophelia Wilson. However, how could he know that after they left and the door closed, a smug smile appeared on Jas Reed’s face?
He sat back in his chair with ease, looking at the online posts with great interest, laughing in schadenfreude. This way, things were much easier for him.
Effortlessly getting rid of Ophelia Wilson and then winning Hayley Cole over was simply perfect.
However... Jas Reed looked curiously at the fascinating posts online, pondering who harbored such a grudge against Ophelia Wilson.
This person... he’d really like to thank him.
It was almost twelve o’clock, and online was still bustling, especially Ophelia Wilson’s fan forums and her threads were flooded with posts.
Even many blogs were updating and focusing on this incident.
But now, Weibo was just gaining attention and wasn’t as widely followed as it could be later.
However, the major forums were extrely lively, with those photos being widely shared.
Such a big issue online had Ophelia Wilson’s agency very busy, and all sorts of dia were focusing on digging into the explosive news.
anwhile, in the Seymour Corporation’s conference room, internet experts were staring at the computers, constantly monitoring the developnt of the situation.
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When Sophie Wilson got up, she glanced at the ti; it was almost eight o’clock. She snuggled with her blanket, rolled over, and after dawdling for a while, finally washed up and went downstairs.
Downstairs, Charles Seymour was in the dining room reading the newspaper of the day. Seeing her enter, he put the newspaper down.
How could he look at anything else when eating with Sophie?
"Beef ran, wow!" Sophie Wilson looked at the breakfast being served and was extrely happy.
She had casually ntioned wanting to eat it yesterday evening, and today the chef had made it!
"Co here, Mr. Seymour, muah!" Sophie Wilson blew Charles Seymour a kiss.
Charles Seymour’s eyes deepened, he leaned over, gave Sophie Wilson’s lips a big kiss, parted, and said in a husky voice, "Muah."
Sophie Wilson: "..."
This shaless guy!
Where was his old reserved deanor?
Then, Sophie Wilson watched as soone picked up his chopsticks with poise, picked up the noodles, and ate as if nothing had happened!
Sophie Wilson gave him a white-eyed look, but never mind, considering he’s handso, she forgave him.
Sophie Wilson ducked her head to eat the noodles, and then Charles Seymour’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, directly answered with speakerphone, and Julian Campbell’s noisy voice imdiately ca through: "Uncle, Auntie... sothing big happened."
"Hmm?" Sophie Wilson asked worriedly, "What’s wrong with you?"
"I’m fine," Julian Campbell realized only after these words how much Auntie cared for him. He was greatly moved and silently noted Auntie’s kindness, "It’s Ophelia Wilson who’s in trouble!"
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