Benjamin Walton saw that Charles Seymour remained unmoved and, without a hint of awkwardness, withdrew his hand and smilingly asked, "Young Master Seymour, where have you been making money lately?"
He had prepared himself for the possibility that Charles Seymour wouldn’t answer, but to his great astonishment, Charles actually responded.
"Being a gigolo." Charles Seymour’s handsome face was as expressionless as a deified statue, and those around him felt as if they had been struck by lightning—scorched on the outside, tender within.
Even an old hand like Benjamin Walton was momentarily taken aback, and the smile on his face nearly collapsed.
"Young Master Seymour, you’re kidding. Just a bit of your dividends could sustain others for a lifetime," Benjamin Walton’s smile was now rather strained, but thankfully, he managed to maintain it.
Charles Seymour nodded. "Yeah, I’m actually paying to be a gigolo."
Benjamin Walton almost heard the sound of his smile breaking.
"Young Master Seymour, you have a real sense of humor." Benjamin Walton was still trying to force a smile, but unfortunately, due to the rigidity of his facial muscles, his grin looked even more painful than a grimace.
Charles Seymour glanced at Benjamin Walton and asked, "Are we close? Why would I joke with you?" Follow current novᴇls on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
At this, even an old stager like Benjamin Walton couldn’t hold his ground; with a forced laugh, he quickly found an excuse and made a swift exit.
No wonder Charles Seymour doesn’t get along with his father, Ethan Seymour, relying instead on James Reed to act in the Seymour Family’s name.
With Charles Seymour’s personality, who would like him?
He lacks any understanding of human relations, and if not for the Seymour Family backing him, Charles Seymour likely would have been beaten to death countless times by now.
"Mrs. Wilson, you can continue talking now, no one’s going to interrupt you," Sophie Wilson smiled tenderly at Lily Warren as soon as Benjamin Walton left.
Lily Warren was so frightened she broke out in a cold sweat. Though she didn’t know what the Seymour Family did, she could tell.
Just now Benjamin Walton was so respectful and eager to please this gigolo, ah, no... Young Master Seymour beside Sophie Wilson.
Even if she were foolish, she’d understand that Young Master Seymour’s status was far above Benjamin Walton’s.
Hadn’t she just been saying that Young Master Seymour was a gigolo?
Lily Warren felt a buzzing in her head, her vision darkened, her legs weakened, and she felt dizzy in waves.
"Alright, stop spouting nonsense here." Stephen Wilson pulled Lily Warren aside, reprimanding her before turning to Sophie Wilson with a look of apology. "Sophie, she was just too upset about my mother suffering at this age and spoke without thinking. I apologize on her behalf, please don’t hold it against her."
It must be said, Stephen Wilson was much smarter than Lily Warren.
He made himself appear humble, and anyway, in the eyes of outsiders, he had supported Sophie Wilson for over twenty years, creating a father-daughter relationship between them.
A father lowering himself to apologize to a daughter, and more importantly, he pointed out how Sophie Wilson had driven an elderly person out of their home.
Even though President Payten had earlier stood up for Sophie Wilson, which made people think there were hidden dynamics between Stephen Wilson and Sophie Wilson, Stephen’s words now tugged at everyone’s sympathy.
Mindful of Charles Seymour, no one openly spoke, but their inner thoughts... do they even need to be questioned?
They were all condemning Sophie Wilson.