Mason Wilson was flustered.
He knew well enough that this was Charles Seymour’s trap, yet he couldn’t help but follow the path Charles had laid out.
Who could bla him when Clarissa was the one he cared about?
Still, Mason, who had once managed Wilson Corporation, might not compare to Peace Corporation, but he certainly had the capability to handle changes calmly.
"You seem to understand won’s minds well," Mason asked with a forced smile, "Just how many won did you get to know to master such ’skills’?"
Daring to provoke his relationship with Clarissa, this brat better explain himself first.
Does he think the tiger doesn’t roar because it’s sick?
Charles Seymour showed none of the panic Mason Wilson expected, and calmly said, "Does that require practice? Putting Sophie first in your heart, understanding her thoughts becos natural."
"As long as two people love each other, they naturally understand each other," Charles added, although he might not recall his past life because his relationship with Sophie wasn’t clear, his overbearing nature scared Sophie, leading to tragedy.
This lifeti would certainly be different.
Charles’ explanation was due to regrets from his past life, but to Mason Wilson’s ears, it sounded different.
What did Charles an by this?
Was he suggesting their relationship wasn’t good?
Impossible!
His relationship with Clarissa was going great!
So... was Charles implying he didn’t put Clarissa first?
It didn’t matter what Charles said, the real issue was... what did Clarissa think?
The more Mason thought, the more worried he beca, "Is there a way to fix this?"
Charles looked at Mason and sincerely suggested, "I think you should put your wife first in your heart."
Mason: "..."
He wanted to slap this brat!
Infuriating!
At this point, this brat Charles was still jealous!
All he did was look at his own daughter a few tis more!
She’s his daughter!
What’s wrong with paying more attention?
Seeing Mason on the brink of exploding, Charles leisurely spoke, "After eating barbecue, isn’t it a bit greasy? If you didn’t take your wife back to the gallery because you were buying fruits and snacks for her, wouldn’t that make sense?"
Mason was stunned, then gritted his teeth, reached out, and pointed at Charles: "You punk!"
Then, like a gust of wind, he stord out of Charles’s office.
Outside the office, he bumped into Jim Perry, gave a slight nod as a greeting, but didn’t stop or slow down his steps.
Jim adjusted his clothes, elegantly walked over, and closed the office door, but raised his thumb towards Charles before the door shut.
His boss was truly impressive, daring to sche against his own father-in-law like this.
He’d heard from the assistant that Mason was acting a bit odd, thought sothing was wrong, and hurried over, only to eavesdrop on this great scene.
Hmm, the boss is the boss, a few words and he’s managed to ’drive’ the father-in-law away, such skill... simply amazing.
Yet Jim truly wanted to wail at his boss.
Wouldn’t it be better to use such good strategy in company negotiations?
Can’t we negotiate without being so aggressive and inflexible every ti?
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