Brother Warren nervously shook his head, how could he know?
If he had known who Sophie Wilson was, he would never have agreed to Grace’s request to collect a debt from Sophie.
Wasn’t he just digging his own grave?
Amidst his fear, there was deep curiosity; Brother Warren looked tensely at Charles Seymour, waiting for an answer.
Not just Brother Warren, even Sophie Wilson was curiously watching Charles Seymour. Did she have some incredible background?
For instance, during those years she has no memory of, did something happen that might mean she actually has a powerful background?
Sophie’s heart was lifted, gazing hopefully at Charles Seymour.
With both of them filled with different kinds of expectation, Charles Seymour softly opened his lips: "She’s—my woman."
What was this feeling of weightlessness like stepping into thin air?
Sophie’s emotions... couldn’t be described with words anymore.
Brother Warren was different from Sophie, nervously swallowing his saliva and awkwardly offering an apology: "Mr. Seymour, I didn’t know, I really didn’t know. If I had known earlier that Miss Wilson was yours, even if I had eight lives, I wouldn’t dare."
"Miss Wilson, I really didn’t know, please be forgiving." Brother Warren was smart enough to know that pleading with Sophie Wilson was more useful than pleading with Charles Seymour at this moment.
Didn’t you see Charles Seymour go into a fury for his beauty, directly pull him from his territory?
He didn’t even have the chance to resist or cry for help.
"Let bygones be bygones." Sophie quickly adjusted her mood and smiled as she said, "Brother Warren, this money..."
"Mr. Seymour has already given it to me, there’s nothing else." Brother Warren quickly said, wishing to instantly draw a line with Charles Seymour, because he couldn’t even begin to investigate his mysterious background.
With many years of experience, he had already developed an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm—this Charles Seymour was definitely danger within danger.
"Brother Warren, I do hope you will go to the rightful owner to sort out this money. After all, it wasn’t me who borrowed the money, and I can’t just pay it off for free." Sophie said with a cheerful smile.
As if she would take the rap for Grace Wilson?
"As for when you can collect, Brother Warren, wait for my message." Sophie smiled radiantly, while Brother Warren broke out in a cold sweat.
Charles Seymour’s woman indeed wasn’t simple.
That Grace Wilson even planned against her?
What was she thinking?
He knew the Wilson Clan—they were wealthy and ran businesses, but... Brother Warren sneakily glanced at the man who caused him extreme fear.
How could the Wilson Clan compare to Charles Seymour?
"Alright, alright." Brother Warren repeatedly agreed, then uneasily peeked at Charles Seymour, silently asking if he could leave?
If he stayed any longer, he feared his heart wouldn’t be able to take it.
Seeing Charles Seymour slightly nod his head, Brother Warren seemed like a condemned prisoner granted pardon, nodding and bowing in gratitude before fleeing.
He had just dashed out the door when he heard Sophie Wilson in the living room asking strangely: "Why did he look like he’d seen a ghost? Do we have anything scary in our house?"
It’s the one beside her.
But, Brother Warren wouldn’t say that even if it killed him; he wanted to live a few more years.
Charles Seymour didn’t answer Sophie’s question but asked after the door closed: "How am I doing as your boyfriend?"
"Good, very good." Sophie smiled; it seemed this method worked well, at least it brought them closer together. As long as feelings developed in the future, she firmly believed she could uncover the secrets he dared not admit.
"In the future, I’ll cooperate with you well, and you must cooperate with me well." Charles Seymour said earnestly.
Why did she have a bizarre feeling like someone took advantage and played it off?
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