The reporters went crazy as soon as they saw them, trying hard to push forward, but still, no one dared to go too far.
Seeing the crowded yet restrained reporters outside the car, Sophie Wilson put her hand behind her back and secretly tugged at Charles Seymour’s sleeve.
He really is intimidating.
Charles Seymour looked down at the white and soft hand playfully tugging at his sleeve. He was puzzled for a mont, then extended his index finger, placing it in Sophie Wilson’s hand, replacing his sleeve, and let her hold onto it.
Sophie Wilson felt soone’s small gesture, but with reporters outside, she couldn’t turn around just yet.
"Everyone, please calm down. I can’t hear anything when you all speak at once," Sophie Wilson said with a smile.
Her words indeed quieted the scene down. Sophie Wilson felt that it’s really convenient to have such strong support.
Having her Mr. Seymour to back her up really does let her act like a fox borrowing the tiger’s fierceness.
"You all want to ask about the Ophelia Wilson situation, right?" Sophie Wilson didn’t intend to make things difficult for the reporters and directly addressed their question.
Seeing the reporters nod, Sophie Wilson smiled and said, "Indeed, so people tried to rob . I gave them a good beating, and then they ran away."
"I also want to thank Miss Cole. Without her, I really wouldn’t have known those people were ordered by soone." Sophie Wilson sighed lightly with emotion, "There are still more good people in the world."
After listening to Sophie Wilson, the reporters quickly followed up, "Miss Sophie Wilson, do you an to say you didn’t know those people were ordered by Ophelia Wilson?"
"For that question, I think the police are more qualified to answer than ," Sophie Wilson replied with a smile, "I am just the victim here."
Watching the live broadcast, Julian Campbell spat out a mouthful of water, causing him to cough continuously.
His aunt is the victim?
Well, when you put it like that, it seems correct; she’s just a victim who wasn’t injured...
George Reed looked at him speechlessly and asked, "What are you doing? How can you choke just by drinking water?"
Julian Campbell gave George Reed a faint glance. Foolish humans.
George Reed: "..."
He got up, raised his hand, and with a smack, slapped the back of Julian Campbell’s head.
Julian Campbell held the back of his head dumbfounded, his eyes full of shock and accusation. Why hit him?
"What kind of look was that you gave just now?" George Reed glared at Julian with disdain. Julian dared to look down on him?
Does Julian Campbell have the smarts to look down on him?
Julian Campbell glared indignantly, puffing up as if about to speak.
George Reed sneered, "If you’ve got the guts, handle social engagents yourself from now on."
With one sentence, all his indignation deflated instantly.
"Brother George is the best," the once angry balloon deflated and quickly turned fawning.
No choice, since he really doesn’t know how to handle social events.
But he can look down on Brother George in his heart, hmph, hmph, Brother George doesn’t understand his uncle and aunt’s "greatness," only he knows the truth!
This is ’the world is drunk, but I alone am sober’!
At this mont, he felt transcendent!
George Reed looked speechlessly at Julian Campbell, who was being self-absorbed there. This kid was being silly again...
Dealing with an artist like this is exhausting.
Sigh...
In the live broadcast, Sophie Wilson continued, "I believe in the fairness of the law and that it will not let bad people go unpunished. Thank you all for your concern. I was just frightened, and there is so ntal trauma, but I will adjust myself. Thank you, everyone."
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