Sophie Wilson was holding chopsticks in one hand and maintaining the posture of holding a lunch box with the other. Her whole posture was as silly as it could get.
But she couldn’t care less about it now; various speculations were racing through her mind.
What on earth happened to Charles Seymour?
Is he so angry that he’s not even letting her eat?
Or does he think she’s too nosy?
He does care a lot about her health; could he be worried that her emotional upheaval might affect her physical condition?
Hmm, maybe she should tell him that her health is not much of an issue right now.
Just when Sophie Wilson thought she had figured it out and was about to check on him, she saw Charles Seymour walking back with a steaming lunch box in his hand.
Can we not make reheating food such a nerve-wracking event?
It’s very scary, okay?
After finishing lunch, Charles Seymour left with the lunch box as usual, and in the afternoon, Sophie Wilson was still busy with work matters.
It wasn’t until she had dinner, just after taking a shower and lying down on her bed, that her phone rang.
"Lucy, what’s up?" Sophie Wilson answered the call while drying her hair.
"Sophie, check the internet." Lucy Wells’s voice sounded a bit excited.
"Hmm?" Sophie Wilson curiously moved her mouse. The computer, which was in screen saver mode, immediately restored the page. She saw Lucy’s QQ avatar blinking and had sent over a link.
After Sophie Wilson clicked it open and quickly scanned through, she couldn’t help but exclaim, "Oh my God!"
"Sophie, did you do this?" Lucy Wells’s nervous voice came through the phone.
In the day, Joshua Wright had just caused a scene at the company, and by the evening, there was already a post exposing him.
It claimed he pursued wealthy female classmates during school, took student aid while buying phones and clothes, and even had videos of him evading subway fares...
There were also former colleagues exposing his backstabbing, brown-nosing behavior... and even during his relationship with Lucy Wells, he asked someone to introduce him to wealthy girls in Imperial City.
In essence, the post thoroughly exposed Joshua Wright.
Of course, the name used was an alias, Joshua Somebody, and the company was vaguely avoided. However, with the efforts of netizens and those in the know, it was crystal clear.
Moreover, Joshua Wright works in media as a journalist.
The media outlet he works for has a Weibo account online, and some netizens are continuously tagging his company.
"Sophie?" Lucy Wells called, unable to wait any longer for Sophie Wilson’s response.
Sophie Wilson chuckled and said, "I didn’t do it, but I know who did. Don’t worry, Lucy, it’ll be fine."
With that, Sophie Wilson hung up the phone and went straight to someone’s room, knocking on the door.
As soon as the door opened, a cold-faced Charles Seymour frowned, and before Sophie Wilson could speak, he pulled her into the room.
The next second, she was pressed onto the bed, and before she could react, everything went dark as a large towel was thrown over her head.
Just as Sophie Wilson pulled off the soft towel, she saw Charles Seymour striding over with a hairdryer in hand.
Drying hair seemed too down-to-earth an activity for someone with Charles Seymour’s cold and stern demeanor.
However, Sophie Wilson didn’t even have a chance to talk, as Charles Seymour had already plugged in the power, and the hairdryer began working with a continuous hum.