"No problem." Not to mention, even his former manager would strive hard for Julian Campbell. Now, with this identity, he naturally has the capital to negotiate conditions with the boss.
"Do you dislike Ophelia Wilson that much?" the manager asked with a smile, "Ophelia Wilson’s background isn’t simple either."
The Wilson Clan’s influence, though not as formidable as the Seymour Family’s, which could make the Imperial City tremble with a mere stomp, is still quite significant.
"Hanging out with a mistress’s son, what kind of good can he be?" Julian Campbell said with disdain, "James Reed is not a good thing."
There were too many things he couldn’t discuss with the manager, as it pertained to matters of the Seymour Family.
"Alright, got it." The manager knew his limits, naturally refraining from probing further.
In the car, Sophie Wilson excitedly looked at those CDs, extremely happy, they even had Julian Campbell’s autograph on them.
Charles Seymour watched as Sophie Wilson kept flipping through those CDs, caressing them as if they were treasures.
Charles Seymour’s eyes narrowed dangerously, were those things really so good?
Especially when he saw Sophie Wilson’s fair fingers repeatedly brushing over Julian Campbell’s face on the CD cover, an uncontrollable violent aura surged within Charles Seymour.
Sophie Wilson turned her head in excitement towards Charles Seymour and said, "I can’t believe it, you’re actually related to Julian Campbell."
His greatness, is it because of Julian Campbell’s light?
"Julian Campbell is just a kind-hearted artist, and you’re a good person too, no wonder you’re family!" Sophie Wilson’s eyes sparkled as she assured Charles Seymour once more, "That’s great!"
Hmm, that explanation, he accepted.
Charles Seymour took out his phone and showed it to Sophie Wilson.
"What is it?" Sophie Wilson leaned over, the subtle fragrance of her shower gel wafting over, causing Charles Seymour’s heart to quiver.
Fortunately, his self-control was strong enough, his hands were not affected at all, steadily opening up the photos on his phone for Sophie Wilson to enjoy.
"This..." Sophie Wilson stared incredulously at the photo.
It was a photo of Julian Campbell after getting splashed with water, a stark contrast to his usually handsome appearance.
"So hilarious!" Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
As for exposing his nephew’s ugly photos... Charles Seymour did it on purpose.
No matter who this man was, why should he hold such an important place in Sophie’s heart?
That spot belongs to him!
"Is it really okay for you to set up your nephew ?" Sophie Wilson lightly patted Charles Seymour, laughing as she asked.
"I was taking a photo, and he didn’t pose properly himself." Charles Seymour said seriously, without a hint of guilt.
His thick-skinned demeanor made Sophie Wilson laugh until her stomach hurt: "You are truly a treasure."
Before Charles Seymour figured out whether being called a treasure was a compliment or not, he heard Sophie Wilson continue, "Sacrificing your nephew to make me happy, how can you be so nice?"
That didn’t need pondering, it was a compliment.
Charles Seymour was relieved: "I remember there are also pictures of him in a princess dress when he was little, I’ll go back and ask my sister to show them to you."
Someone doesn’t hesitate at all to set up their own nephew.
"Really?" Sophie Wilson asked in surprise, then shook her head, "Forget it, after all, he’s an idol, and I’m not familiar with him, better not to look at such private photos."