"That won’t be necessary," Charles Seymour said confidently.
"Do you have connections?" Sophie Wilson glanced at Charles Seymour, suddenly rembering his background and frowned, "You’re going to use your contacts in the training camp? There’s no need for that."
"It’s best not to owe favors if you can avoid it." Sophie Wilson shook her head, disapproving of Charles Seymour using his training camp connections.
"I don’t need to do anything; Jas Reed won’t succeed anyway." Charles Seymour understood that Sophie was thinking of him, which naturally lifted his spirits, "To beco a supplier for the training camp, it’s not just about the product, but also the company’s reputation."
Did they think it would be that easy?
"Well, in that case, I’m not worried anymore." Sophie Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, "Otherwise, if I beca a supplier alongside them, it would really bring down my class."
She absolutely didn’t want to be put on the sa level as them.
"Relax, you will succeed, they definitely won’t," Charles Seymour said.
"Hey, you better not ask your people for help," Sophie Wilson reminded Charles Seymour, "I want to rely on my own abilities!"
Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson as if he wanted to say sothing.
Sophie Wilson’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened: "That’s settled then, I won’t hear any objections!"
"I was going to say ’okay’," Charles Seymour held back his laughter.
Sophie Wilson cradled her head with a sigh: "See, this quick temper of mine... you need to help change that."
"Sure." Charles Seymour agreed, his eyes gentle and softer than a spring breeze.
Sophie... she just made him fall in love with her more and more each day.
"Never mind them; let’s eat. I bought you a lot of clothes for the sumr." Sophie Wilson pushed thoughts of Jas Reed aside with a smile.
"I think you’ll look really handso and sharp in them!" Sophie Wilson nodded proudly, "Such a handso man belongs to !"
Boastful!
Ever since she was with Charles Seymour, she found herself becoming more and more boastful.
She couldn’t help it; with such a great man by her side, she just wanted to boast.
She finally understood why everyone loved to post on social dia; happy things should be shared to bring joy.
After dinner, Sophie Wilson opened her computer to continue studying the bidding docunts.
She definitely couldn’t lose to Jas Reed and the others, hmph.
If Jas Reed and Erie Wilson secured the project and she didn’t, wouldn’t that be a huge embarrassnt for her parents?
In the Wilson Clan, even if her father hasn’t returned, being surpassed by Erie was unacceptable.
After a short while, there was a knock on the door, and then Charles Seymour walked in.
Sophie Wilson looked up at Charles Seymour’s outfit and couldn’t help but laugh, "What are you doing?"
"These are the new clothes; they haven’t been washed yet." Sophie Wilson asked, amused, "And you’re already wearing them?"
"You bought them for , so I’m wearing them for you," Charles Seymour said.
His words touched Sophie Wilson’s heart; he imdiately followed through with what they discussed over dinner.
Having her words valued and taken seriously like this... it was heartwarming to the point of making her nose tingle.
A man this wonderful... she must cherish him and not be hasty; she must control her quick temper.
Communicate things properly.
Sophie Wilson quietly reflected on herself and then smiled, "Alright, let have a look."
Sophie Wilson bead as she watched; after Charles Seymour entered the room, he closed the door and spread his arms so she could see clearly.
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