Charles Seymour’s slender fingers slowly curled up, seeming to suppress some intense emotion, tightly clenched into a fist, veins bulging.
He suddenly lifted his arm high and let it fall heavily, but just as it was about to hit the door panel, he abruptly pulled back the force, stopping dangerously half a centimeter away from the door, without making a sound.
However, it could be seen from the subtle changes in the tight muscle on his face that he was gritting his teeth, and very heavily.
He had suffered all his life because of her!
And yet he could do nothing about her.
The door opened, and Sophie Wilson was startled by the person standing at the door: "Why haven’t you changed your clothes yet?"
Charles Seymour looked deeply at Sophie Wilson, turned around, and returned to his room with a chill all over him.
Sophie Wilson scratched her head, blinked a couple of times, wondering what was wrong with him now?
She was already avoiding direct confrontation, taking into account his awkward personality, finding a reason for them to act like boyfriend and girlfriend. Why was he still... unhappy?
Could it be that she misunderstood?
Did he not want to be her boyfriend?
Sophie Wilson was frustrated.
They say a woman’s heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea, why is a man’s heart also so hard to guess?
She was now considering taking a psychology class!
Sophie Wilson went downstairs to the dining room to wait for dinner.
After a little while, Charles Seymour came down, the gloomy aura from earlier had disappeared, he was still a cold, moving iceberg.
While eating, Sophie Wilson asked, "About that loan shark..."
"Your creditor is me now." Charles Seymour immediately asserted his ownership without any room for doubt.
Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but roll her eyes inwardly, but still had to humor this grown-up child: "Yes, yes, I know. I just wanted to ask, besides the loan shark’s IOU, is there a video recording?"
Charles Seymour gave Sophie Wilson a puzzled look.
"I want to see that video." Sophie Wilson said with a smile.
"I’ll give it to you later." Charles Seymour promised to fulfill her request without even asking the reason.
Sophie Wilson smiled, though sometimes someone’s personality was like a child’s, she didn’t have to worry about his intentions towards her.
"Just give me a copy, and have Brother Warren find an opportunity to go and demand the debt." Sophie Wilson said with a grin, "For instance, urging the debt at the Wilson Clan’s banquet, the effect would be excellent."
"You want revenge on Grace Wilson?" Charles Seymour asked.
"Of course." Sophie Wilson sneered, "Randomly attaching a debt to me, I have to repay her properly. It’s only polite to reciprocate."
Charles Seymour didn’t speak, his eyes just darkened a shade.
"Will the debt that Brother Warren retrieves be mine then?" Sophie Wilson asked with a smile.
"What do you want that money for?" Charles Seymour asked in a deep voice, only his hands clenched under the table revealed the tension in his heart.
"As seed capital, I’m going to start my own company and develop my career!" Sophie Wilson said proudly, since the renovation industry wasn’t her favorite, now that she was reborn, she naturally knew what could make her money.
"Okay." Hearing Sophie Wilson not mention terminating the deal, Charles Seymour was quite calm in his response, showing no flaws on the surface. Of course, the slight movement under the table where he wiped the sweat off his palms... nobody knew.
Nobody knew, so he acted as if nothing had happened.