The smug expression was too obvious, so much so that even the middle-aged man eager to recruit couldn’t help but notice Charles Seymour.
I mean, staring at such an icy face, yet the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are all filled with smugness—seriously, how unfortunate is that, you know?
Charles Seymour completely ignored the contemptuous glance from the middle-aged man.
As long as it’s not Sophie’s gaze, others’... what’s it to him?
"I’m really not a fraud, just wait a moment, wait a moment, I can prove it!" The middle-aged man was convinced that Sophie Wilson didn’t believe in his identity, and he was determined to prove it.
As he spoke, the middle-aged man frantically pulled out his phone, quickly dialed a number, and got through: "Hello, I’m at the side entrance of the mall, at the corner. Hurry over, I’ve found a good candidate. Come and prove my identity, hurry up!"
After saying this, without waiting for a response from the other end, he directly hung up the call.
"Really, in a few minutes, someone who can prove my identity will be here." The middle-aged man’s eagerness made Sophie Wilson feel a twinge of compassion, and she turned to look at Charles Seymour, silently asking for his opinion.
Charles Seymour sighed softly in his heart, indulging her—Sophie is as soft-hearted as ever.
If she wants to wait, then wait.
Charles Seymour didn’t speak, he just tightened his large hand slightly around Sophie Wilson’s small hand, silently agreeing to her suggestion.
The middle-aged man, seeing that Sophie Wilson and the others had no intention of leaving, was beyond excited: "Both of you, wait here for a bit."
With that, the middle-aged man walked out from around the corner, looking around as if searching for someone to vouch for him.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man spotted a man wearing sunglasses and a hat, vigorously waving his arms and shouting loudly: "Here! Over here!"
The man in sunglasses sprinted over with his long legs, dragging the middle-aged man into the corner, and immediately started scolding him: "Are you out of your mind? Shouting like that? Afraid people won’t notice me?"
Sophie Wilson glanced at Charles Seymour in confusion—why does it feel... not quite like a good person?
Charles Seymour let his gaze linger on the man with sunglasses for a moment and realized this middle-aged man wasn’t actually a fraud.
"I’ve found the rose of my heart!" The middle-aged man shouted excitedly, "My love..."
Charles Seymour’s face instantly darkened.
The rose of his heart?
"Whoa, you really found it, I see... Uh..." The words of the man in sunglasses were abruptly cut off by Charles Seymour’s sinister, cold stare.
The man in sunglasses quickly grabbed the middle-aged man’s arm and turned to flee.
"What are you doing?" But, unfortunately, the middle-aged man didn’t appreciate it and struggled vigorously.
This idiot, he’s trying to save him!
"I finally found the perfect love of my life... um..." The middle-aged man’s mouth was quickly covered tightly by the man in sunglasses.
Charles Seymour’s lips curled into a small arc, a smile so perfect it seemed like a gift from the heavens, yet it sent shivers and a racing heart through the man in sunglasses.
"Why not let him continue speaking?" Charles Seymour leisurely began, with each word he uttered, the surrounding temperature dropped by a few degrees, "Is he trying to say he’s found the perfect... love?"
As soon as the last few words were spoken, in the heat of the autumn dusk, the temperature plummeted to the freezing point, winter arrived in a second.