"I think it’s better to discuss anything at the Wilson Clan, or... do you want to resolve it here?" Sophie raised her eyebrows, interrupting Stephen Wilson, seeking his opinion.
Actually, it didn’t matter to her; it all depended on what Stephen Wilson chose.
If he wanted to announce it here directly, she would definitely cooperate; after all, she wasn’t the one losing face.
"Let’s go home first." Stephen Wilson replied instantly without even thinking.
Sophie was satisfied, but Grace Wilson was taken aback: "Dad..."
"Go home!" Stephen Wilson glared fiercely at Grace Wilson, who was full of accusations, feeling stifled.
How dare she blame him?
If she hadn’t barged in, how could people at the company have watched the drama?
Now, it’s too late to say anything. Stephen Wilson walked out quickly, looking grim.
Grace Wilson glared fiercely at Sophie, then transformed into a caring and filial daughter, chasing after him: "Dad, Dad, Sophie didn’t mean it. Don’t be angry, what if your health suffers from the anger?"
Sophie cursed inwardly.
At this point, Grace Wilson was still trying to throw dirt on her.
Is Grace Wilson stupid, or does she think everyone at the company is an idiot?
The office door opened, people in the company heard the commotion, no one could say she angered Stephen Wilson.
Sophie shook her head with amusement, she wondered how long Grace Wilson could keep up the act.
Sophie smiled slightly at Lawyer Newell, saying, "Trouble you to make another trip to the Wilson Clan."
"Of course." Lawyer Newell nodded, looking so meticulous and serious.
However, his expertise was something Sophie greatly admired.
At the very least, the documents and clauses Lawyer Newell talked about to her were things she listened to without understanding.
In the end, after she stated her intentions, Lawyer Newell fully cooperated within the bounds of the law.
As long as the goal was achieved, as for the detailed clauses... Sophie automatically gave up trying to understand such complex matters.
Professional matters are best left to the professionals.
Arriving at the garage, Sophie got in the car, while Lawyer Newell naturally sat in another vehicle.
When they reached the Wilson Clan’s door, Sophie finally took out her phone, casually calling Stephen Wilson: "Mr. Wilson, where are you?"
"On the road." Stephen Wilson bluntly threw out the two words, each burning with fiery anger.
"Why didn’t you wait for me?" Sophie asked helplessly.
"What? Miss Wilson can afford a lawyer but can’t afford a cab?" Stephen Wilson’s anger transformed into thick sarcasm, not missing a chance to humiliate Sophie.
"Not at all." Sophie laughed lightly, "I meant if you waited for me, I could have given you a lift. After all, my car is better than yours, I’ve already arrived at the Wilson Clan..."
Sophie helplessly removed the phone from her ear, innocently spreading her hands to Charles Seymour: "He hung up."
"Really impolite, hanging up without a word."
Seeing Sophie looking cheeky after getting something out of the situation, Charles Seymour’s eyes filled with a deep affection.
Even with memory loss, she’s still so mischievous.
Back then, this mischief gradually stole his heart.
"Forget it, let’s go in first." Sophie cheerfully took Charles Seymour’s hand.
Charles Seymour was slightly taken aback: "I’m going too?"