Sophie Wilson was truly exasperated by Ethan Seymour; he could say anything without thinking.
"Does he know or not? I think even you probably don’t know." Sophie wasn’t angry; instead, she spoke with a smile.
"What? Are you scared now too? Afraid that Mr. Nelson will find out your true nature and you’ll lose him as a friend?" Ethan Seymour immediately "understood."
Sophie Wilson could be scared sometimes, huh.
Hmph!
He thought Sophie Wilson was so impressive, but wasn’t she just clinging to a powerful ally, cautiously trying to please, not daring to let go?
"I’m truly scared." Sophie’s exaggerated fearful expression gave Ethan no sense of accomplishment; instead, he felt deeply humiliated. This fury made him clench his teeth, glaring at Sophie fiercely, and he spat out her name heavily, "Sophie Wilson!"
Sophie shrugged and replied amusingly, "No need to shout so loud; my brain’s still functioning, I know what I’m called."
"Actually, it’s really not easy for you to let Jacob know what kind of person I am."
"I know, you’ll try every way to explain!" Ethan sneered contemptuously through his nose. A vile person is always vile, always doing these shameless things; he understood it all too well. "You’re friends now, he favors you more."
How many foundations and empires have been destroyed by slanderers like Sophie Wilson?
It’s been too many from ancient times to now.
"No, you misunderstood me." Sophie sighed lightly; being wrongly accused really doesn’t feel good.
"You’re not a vile person?" Ethan asked in astonishment.
His series of words made Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour very angry inside. But Sophie didn’t let them speak up; they could only be angry in their hearts. This girl, how could she let Ethan spout nonsense here?
"I meant that what you’re thinking is secondary; the key issue is...you have to see Jacob first." With her words, each syllable turned into invisible hands that swung violently in the air, slapping Ethan’s face harshly.
The slaps left him utterly defenseless, and in just a few hits, his face was red and swollen.
After a brief stunned moment, Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour couldn’t help but laugh.
Sophie, this girl, really knows how to irritate someone.
Indeed, Ethan Seymour wanted to talk to Nelson about Sophie, but he’d have to meet him first.
As the head of the Nelson family, was he someone just anyone could casually meet?
Not to mention meeting him, even contacting him by phone might be impossible.
If not, why would Nelson’s secretaries and assistants be there?
It’s not easy for outsiders to meet a company boss, let alone the head of the prominent Nelson family; it’s not just something you can do whenever you want.
Ethan moved his lips, seeming about to say something, but under Sophie’s composed smile, he couldn’t squeeze out a single word, because, after all, she spoke the truth.
"Anything else? If not, leave." Old Mr. Seymour asked angrily with a frown.
He truly didn’t understand how Ethan’s brain worked; could it have been so muddled and confused by the mother-daughter duo from the Reed Clan?
"I, I... Of course, I have something." Ethan seemed resigned to the situation and plopped directly onto the sofa, speaking in a huff.
This shameless appearance made Old Mrs. Seymour avert her eyes; how old was he, really?