In the car, Sophie Wilson kept looking at Charles Seymour.
Her eyes, like black grapes, seemed to be soaked in spring water, glistening with moisture, making Charles Seymour’s heart race and mouth dry.
However, he didn’t say much, just felt a bit nervous. Read full story at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵
What was Sophie thinking?
Was she wondering why he could take her to that place for evaluation?
Countless explanations flashed through Charles Seymour’s mind, within a short time he had already run through all possibilities for what Sophie might ask, preparing to respond to her inquiries later.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour with a mischievous smile, biting her lip and chuckling.
Charles Seymour was really confused; this question wasn’t in any of the potential inquiries from Sophie that he prepared for.
"Purposely to shock Mason Wilson, to make sure he doesn’t underestimate me." Sophie Wilson cheerfully grabbed Charles Seymour’s large hand, squeezing his beautiful knuckles, feeling good to the touch. What started as a whimsical act turned into a reluctance to let go.
Anyway, he was her own, so why not squeeze a bit more if she likes it.
Sophie Wilson was not at all polite with Charles Seymour.
She began to squeeze happily.
Sophie was happy, but Charles Seymour was suffering from torment.
A ticklish numbness spread from his knuckles, rushing through his hand and arm, shooting up to his head, and then quickly crashing into his heart, making his heart quiver.
He moved his fingers uneasily, but the ticklish numbness showed no sign of fading; instead, it grew itchier with Sophie’s movements.
The warmth of her small hand against his knuckles, that strange sensation warmed his ears, making them hot.
"You’re amazing!" Sophie Wilson exclaimed, slapping the back of Charles Seymour’s hand, "I think someone like Mason Wilson, as a businessman, is most worried about someone scheming for his money, right?"
It was thoughtful of Charles Seymour to find such a place for the evaluation.
Truly authoritative and confidential, with no chance of collusion with Charles Seymour.
So that’s what she meant?
Charles Seymour was visibly taken aback; he thought she would question why he knew people in the training camp.
But she didn’t ask anything.
"Hmm." Charles Seymour nodded slightly, then asked, "You’ll be entering the group in a few days, have you prepared everything?"
"Pretty much." Sophie Wilson thought for a moment and said, "I’ve prepared everything I could think of, and for the rest... if anything is missing, I’ll buy it locally."
Anyway, the film crew is going to several places for shooting; except for one place in the deep mountains and forests, all others are in cities, not so remote that things can’t be bought.
Charles Seymour slightly frowned, directly took out his phone, and made a call.
Once the call connected, Charles Seymour spoke directly, "What things are needed for outdoor shooting? Don’t tell me, have your assistant prepare a detailed list and send it to my email."
After speaking, Charles Seymour efficiently hung up the phone.
With that level of directness, it must be... Julian Campbell he called.
Sophie Wilson blinked and asked, "You called Julian Campbell?"
"Hmm." Charles Seymour nodded, "His assistant should have the experience."
Sophie Wilson silently glanced at the phone taken back by Charles Seymour, silently sighed in her heart, poor little guy.