To think he once sympathized with Stephen Wilson for being kicked out by his own daughter, now, after reading the reports online, he wishes he could slap himself!
"How could it be possible?" Naturally, Stephen Wilson wouldn’t admit it. He had just returned from the press conference and still hadn’t recovered from it.
"Well, I also think it’s unlikely to be true. Sophie Wilson might have someone backing her," Stephen Wilson’s friend reminded him. "You’d better hide out for a couple of days. Your place is definitely exposed, and I guess a lot of journalists will harass you."
"If you’re short on money, I’ll give you some first. I can’t believe you ended up with such a daughter," Stephen Wilson’s friend said indignantly.
"Alright then." Stephen Wilson didn’t want to stay there either. After the press conference, those reporters would definitely swarm him like flies, so it was good to go and hide out.
"Okay, I’ll transfer ten thousand to your bank card in a bit. Use it for now. If it’s not enough, let me know."
"Really appreciate it!" Stephen Wilson said with relief, feeling grateful he had made the right friends.
"Who are we to each other?" Stephen Wilson’s friend laughed as he hung up the phone, only to be immediately scolded by his wife, "Are you crazy? With someone like Stephen Wilson, and you still continue being friends with him? Be careful, one day he might drag you down!"
"Honey, if I didn’t say that, how would he be willing to leave? Spending ten thousand to make them leave voluntarily, it saves me a lot of trouble. Otherwise, we’d probably never get our house back," Stephen Wilson’s friend said with a wry smile. Google seaʀᴄh 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
His wife was stunned for a moment, then realized his intention, and quickly comforted him, "It’s okay, it’s okay. Now that you see Stephen Wilson’s true nature, it’ll save you from future harm. It’s worth it for us."
Stephen Wilson was still at home packing, not knowing that once he stepped out of this door, he would never be able to return.
Meanwhile, Sophie Wilson arrived directly at the underground parking lot, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, she smiled.
Someone was standing there, waiting for her like a guardian angel.
"Mr. Seymour." Sophie Wilson ran over to Charles Seymour and jumped up energetically.
Charles Seymour quickly reached out to catch Sophie Wilson steadily. Looking at her grinning face, he couldn’t help but smile, "Mischievous."
Sophie Wilson hooked her long, straight legs around Charles Seymour from behind, tightened her waist, straightened her back, and pecked him on the lips, laughing softly, "I’m happy."
"As long as you’re happy." Charles Seymour’s eyes were filled with a warmth that could melt ice, as he carried her towards the car.
Seated in the car, Sophie Wilson was restless, snuggling into Charles Seymour’s arms, "Grace Wilson is against me, huh, doesn’t she know who my boyfriend is!"
"Hmm." Charles Seymour’s response was as emotionless as ever, but if Sophie Wilson were to look up at this moment, she would surely see someone with reddening earlobes and bright eyes, clearly feeling smug.
"What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll cook for you." In a great mood after dealing with Stephen Wilson and the others, Sophie Wilson asked, "Last time I cooked, you ate all the food by yourself. This time I’ll make more, so we can eat together."
Charles Seymour’s smile stiffened. He really liked it when Sophie cooked for him, but asking her to eat it as well... he couldn’t bear it, thinking she might not enjoy the taste of his own cooking.
"I’ll cook for you," Charles Seymour said.
"Hey, you’re so busy every day..." Sophie Wilson sat up to protest.
"Either the chef cooks or I do, you pick one," Charles Seymour domineeringly gave Sophie Wilson only two choices.