Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate Chapter 996: It’s Too Late

"You’re yelling at ? Who am I doing this for?" Erie shouted angrily, "If I wasn’t worried about you, why would I co here?"

"If you’ve got the guts, go deal with Charles Seymour! Are you trying to flatter Charles and bring Sophie Wilson back into the Wilson Clan? Of course, who am I? Charles is the real big shot, and now you’re eager to cling to Charles’ leg!"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Old Mrs. Wilson was nearly driven mad by Erie.

He was still calculating how to bring Sophie back. After all this shouting from Erie, how could he manage that?

"Did I say anything wrong?" Erie was not convinced, wasn’t her father just in it for the benefit?

"You..." Old Mrs. Wilson wanted to retort, but at that mont, the security from Peace Group rushed over, kindly stopping the reporters and saying, "If you want an interview, please schedule a ti with Wilson Corporation. Don’t disturb people like this."

Then, the security escorted Old Mrs. Wilson and Erie away from the reporters into the parking lot, urging them to drive away quickly.

The driver drove off, but Old Mrs. Wilson’s face was still livid.

Then, he heard Erie sneer beside him, "Hmph, luckily Charles Seymour has so foresight, otherwise..."

"Just shut up!" Old Mrs. Wilson felt he could die from his daughter’s stupidity. How on earth did Erie’s brain work?

This was clearly arranged by Charles Seymour. Otherwise, why didn’t the security co over the mont the reporters rushed out?

They waited until the reporters had asked a bunch of questions before coming over?

Old Mrs. Wilson believed their embarrassed images had already been captured by those reporters.

"What’s wrong with you, Dad? I ca because I was worried about you. Instead of thanking , you keep scolding . What’s your problem?" Erie felt truly wronged.

"Just shut up." Old Mrs. Wilson no longer had ti to deal with Erie but picked up the phone, contacted the company, and asked them to reach out to the dia. This incident must not be broadcasted.

No matter how much it costs, the news must be stopped.

"But, it’s already too late." The company staff said nervously.

"How could it be too late? It just happened!" Old Mrs. Wilson was furious. What were his subordinates doing, not even able to handle this small matter?

"There was a live stream at the ti, it’s already all over the internet." The company staff felt they were about to cry with grievance. How was it their fault? They didn’t make the decisions.

"What?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked in shock, and the phone slipped from his hand to the ground.

Deliberate!

Charles Seymour!

It was definitely deliberate by Charles Seymour.

Otherwise, even with a live stream, it wouldn’t have spread so quickly.

Old Mrs. Wilson, trembling, said to Erie, "Pick up the phone for ."

"Okay." Old Mrs. Wilson’s situation really scared Erie, so she obediently picked up the phone and handed it to Old Mrs. Wilson.

Old Mrs. Wilson shakily grasped the phone, wanting to call Charles Seymour, but then he rembered he didn’t have Charles’ number.

Fortunately, though he was extrely angry, Old Mrs. Wilson hadn’t lost his mind; even without Charles’ number, he could call Mason Wilson.