Sophie Wilson had already spoken so much that reporters couldn’t find any reason to continue questioning, and they stepped aside, allowing Charles Seymour’s car to pass.
Looking at Charles Seymour’s side, it hadn’t even been ten minutes before the reporters dispersed, leaving Ethan Seymour’s face white with anger.
That Ralap Lee just had to chi in: "Reporters judge their people before deciding how much effort to put in. I ca to the company this morning, and it took half an hour."
Listening to this, Ethan Seymour’s face grew even darker, and he slamd the table, angrily rebuking, "What’s so interesting about this?"
"We’re not interested either." Ralap Lee wasn’t afraid of Ethan Seymour and sneered, "Who stirred up these matters, it’s clear in their hearts."
"Jas will handle it!" Ethan Seymour said confidently.
Over at Jas Reed’s side, he had indeed started dealing with it, but his approach was to face the dia, sincerely expressing that he absolutely did not believe Ophelia Wilson would do such things and requested the police to investigate properly, making sure Ophelia Wilson was not wrongfully accused.
"Mr. Reed, Ophelia Wilson said you’re insincere, yet you’re still defending her like this. Are you really not angry at all, or are you pretending to be magnanimous like she said?" The reporter’s questions were quite disrespectful to Jas Reed.
Jas Reed shook his head helplessly, denying the reporter’s words: "So many things have happened, and Ophelia’s emotions are out of control, which I understand. I believe in Ophelia’s character; these things are definitely misunderstandings. Once the truth cos out and Ophelia calms down, we’ll certainly remarry."
Jas Reed’s image as a deeply affectionate and unwavering person could not collapse; his words were posted online, receiving both support and criticism.
"Is it real? Not angry at all, why does it look so fake?"
"What’s so fake? Haven’t you experienced true love? True love is all about living and dying for the other person."
"Such a good man, what’s Ophelia Wilson thinking?"
"If he’s really that good, would Ophelia Wilson act this way?"
The internet was abuzz with argunts, so supporting, so opposing, and so neutral, all contributing to the chaos.
anwhile, Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson, having just arrived at the company, headed towards the elevator.
"Huh?" Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour strangely as he calmly pressed the button for the regular elevator and asked in confusion, "Is the private elevator broken?"
"Yes," Charles Seymour replied emotionlessly.
Sophie Wilson: "???"
He hadn’t even glanced in the direction of the private elevator; how did he know it was broken?
As Sophie Wilson was pondering this, the elevator had already arrived, so she decided to go up first and talk later.
Once inside the elevator, it naturally stopped at other floors. Fortunately, it was already regular office hours, and the only passengers were people running errands.
The people who got in were first surprised, then stood casually to the side. Sophie Wilson didn’t know if she was overthinking it, but she noticed that the newcors kept glancing at them.
Even if they had seen them on TV, it shouldn’t provoke such a reaction, right?
Weird, as if they were looking at sothing rare.
Sophie Wilson didn’t quite understand, and once they entered the company, even the employees who greeted them were sneaking peeks with those sa eyes before quickly running off.
My goodness!
Sophie Wilson looked down at herself and thought, I’m not wearing mismatched clothes, am I?
"Do I have dirt on my face?" Sophie Wilson asked Charles Seymour curiously.
"No," Charles Seymour replied.
Sophie Wilson was puzzled, wondering what on earth was happening?
Why were the people they encountered acting so strange?
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