Chloe White hesitated, unsure whether to tell Charles Seymour.
Thinking about it made her feel uneasy because even now, she still didn’t have Charles Seymour’s contact information.
Of course, she knew the contact details of Peace Group, but was it the same?
While Chloe White was hesitating over whether to inform Charles Seymour afterward or find a way to notify him now, she heard a voice that made her heart flutter, calling another woman’s name: "Sophie."
"Eh? How come you’re here?" Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour in surprise.
"Just passing by." Charles Seymour pointed outside, indicating that he was just passing by in a car and decided to come in when he saw her.
Jacob Smith looked up, staring at Charles Seymour in frustration—was this guy a ghost haunting him?
Why was he everywhere?
"Then join us." Sophie Wilson smiled and shifted inside a bit, letting Charles Seymour sit next to her.
After Charles Seymour sat down, Jacob Smith clearly felt the pressure increase, and although he cursed inwardly, he put on a surprised expression: "You’re joining us for a meal? There’s really no need to, don’t let us interrupt your important business."
Hurry up and leave!
Hurry up and leave!
It was finally a chance to have lunch with Sophie, so what was this guy doing here?
"Having lunch with Sophie is my important business." Charles Seymour said calmly but firmly.
This statement made Jacob Smith’s cheeks bulge with anger—how could this guy always be like this, never changing, as if wishing he could tie himself to Sophie?
"Order some more." Sophie Wilson was about to reach for the menu when Charles Seymour was one step ahead, handing it to Jacob Smith.
Jacob Smith looked at Charles Seymour blankly and said, "I’m done ordering."
"Hmm, what I and Sophie will eat, you can order what you like." As if he didn’t know Sophie’s habits, not wasting food.
The burgers here are so big, Sophie definitely wants to try different flavors, so she’d split one with this guy.
Even if the restaurant pre-sliced it, he wouldn’t allow it!
Jacob Smith glared at Charles Seymour in frustration, glaring, glaring, glaring with all his might!
Charles Seymour completely ignored him, lowered his head, and adjusted his sleeves, letting Jacob Smith glare as he pleased, what did it have to do with him?
Hmph!
Jacob Smith quickly finished ordering, just right for his portion, then asked, "Haven’t you washed your hands yet?"
Coming over and sitting next to Sophie without even washing up, so untidy.
Charles Seymour glanced at Jacob Smith indifferently before elegantly getting up to wash his hands.
Just that one look nearly drove Jacob Smith to anger.
The disdain in Charles Seymour’s eyes, as if looking at a defeated enemy, what was that about?
"Ahhh... Sophie, I really want to punch him!" As soon as Charles Seymour left, Jacob Smith nearly went crazy complaining to Sophie Wilson.
"You can’t beat him." Sophie Wilson calmly pointed out the truth, which deflated the fuming Jacob Smith, almost making him explode.
"For the sake of a man’s dignity, I have to fight him!"
He was a man!
Sophie Wilson propped her chin on one hand, continuing to make him face reality: "You’ve never won."
"Sophie..." Jacob Smith said, aggrieved.
"Why do you insist on getting beaten up by him before you realize the truth? Do you think getting beaten up will restore your male dignity?" Sophie Wilson shook her head in confusion, "I don’t understand you guys’ issues, far too complicated."
Jacob Smith: "..."
So humiliating!
So wronged!
All because of that awful Charles Seymour!