"Hey... this Stephen Wilson, Mr. Wilson, is really strange. Just now, when she was cursing up a storm, you didn’t stop her. Now that she’s at a disadvantage, here you are."
Sophie Wilson looked at Stephen Wilson with a smile and said, "You’re good at timing."
Stephen Wilson’s expression changed, and in his heart, he had already cursed Sophie to death, but he could only force out a bitter smile filled with loneliness on his face: "Sophie... President Wilson, we’ve lived under the same roof for over twenty years. Why are you so determined to eliminate us? Is it because we’re not your birth parents?"
"President Wilson, you know what’s really going on." Sophie didn’t explain anything, just turned her gaze to Lily Warren and said with a smile, "Stop pleading for Stephen Wilson here." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
"All these years, you’ve been Mrs. Wilson in name only, and your daughter is still illegitimate. Just think about whether he was defending you or using you as a tool just now." After saying this, Sophie didn’t pay Lily any more attention and turned to the nearby buffet table—to get some food.
She hadn’t really wanted to come to this place in the first place, and now running into nauseating people, she could only comfort her wounded spirit with delicious food.
Thankfully, the hosts knew Benjamin Walton would be here, so the buffet standard was quite high.
With fresh ingredients and great flavor, Sophie unceremoniously served both herself and Charles Seymour.
The people at the party were all businessmen, driven by profit. It doesn’t matter what Lily said about Sophie, that was between Stephen Wilson and Sophie.
The most critical piece of information they caught was... the man beside Sophie was the young master of the Seymour Family.
Even Benjamin Walton had to curry favor with young master Seymour, so if they didn’t seize this opportunity to get closer now, when would they?
If they missed this chance, they might not get another opportunity to meet him in the future.
"Young Master Seymour." And so, a brave soul stepped forward, approached Charles Seymour, and greeted him with a smile.
Charles Seymour gave a slight nod, acknowledging him, then held a plate to make it easier for Sophie to serve food onto it.
"Young Master Seymour, the real estate market is doing well lately. Are you planning any moves?" The person asked with a grin.
The Seymour Family was a major force in the Imperial City’s business circle, involving multiple industries, comparable only to the Clark and White Families in the Imperial City.
Charles Seymour didn’t embarrass the person, responding calmly, "Collecting dividends."
Is it really so justified to freeload nowadays?
"President Wilson is in the renovation and decoration business now. Aren’t you thinking of supporting her?" The person still wanted to gauge Charles Seymour’s stance.
If Charles Seymour decided to help Sophie invest in this industry, there might be a chance to convince them to collaborate with him.
Charles Seymour gave the person an odd look: "Support?"
"Yeah, help President Wilson expand and strengthen the company!" The person said enthusiastically.
Charles Seymour frowned slightly: "That company is just to keep Sophie entertained. Why make it so big?"
A surge of frustration stuck in the person’s chest, almost causing him to faint from anger.
He finally felt a sense of resentment towards the wealthy.
"A bit of both steak and lamb?" Sophie asked with a smile as she put two pieces of meat on the plate. "Do you want some cake?"
"Yeah." Charles Seymour nodded, seriously discussing with Sophie what to eat.