As expected, when two people are together, no matter what they do, more communication can indeed promote the development of their relationship.
At least now, Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson are getting along more naturally, and someone’s brooding face is appearing much less frequently.
Sophie Wilson got up in the morning and deliberately put on a formal professional outfit. She looked in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.
Nice, she has the look of a strong woman.
With a bit less feminine softness and a touch of vigorous decisiveness, she put on her high heels. Sophie Wilson even did a little spin in the foyer and asked Charles Seymour, "How do I look?"
Charles Seymour’s intense gaze lingered on her tightened waistline for a moment, then he nodded, "Very good."
"Let’s go!" Sophie Wilson said with a flourish, smiling with high spirits, "Defeat Grace Wilson!"
Even though she said she would defeat Grace Wilson, her face showed no sign of tension, it was obviously playful.
Charles Seymour watched her with amusement, his eyes revealing a doting smile as he pulled her into the car, "If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late."
He urged with his words, yet still extended his hand, carefully protecting her to prevent her from hitting the car top. Once she was seated inside, Charles Seymour walked around to get in on the other side.
"Don’t park too close, I don’t want them to know about your existence," Sophie Wilson instructed. This time she was going to the headquarters for the quarterly meeting, and she had already agreed with President Palmer that she would go directly from home to meet at the headquarters.
"Hmm." Charles Seymour just responded with a hum, as the temperature inside the car steadily dropped.
Over these past few days, Sophie Wilson had communicated more with Charles Seymour and could more or less understand a bit of his thoughts.
"If they find out I’ve got such an amazing boyfriend like you, they might start trying to curry favor with you to treat me well. If that happens, how will I ever break away from this family?" Sophie Wilson pretended not to notice the temperature nearing freezing around them and turned with a big smile at Charles Seymour.
In an instant, the temperature inside the car rebounded dramatically.
"Hmm." It was the same sound, yet this second one distinctly had the tone of a blooming flower.
As for the first one... it was definitely the sound of stone cracking from the cold.
She’s figured out the pattern now, with Charles Seymour, you need to stroke him the right way.
Soon, they arrived near the headquarters. Sophie Wilson got out of the car, waved to Charles Seymour, and then left.
Over the years, the Wilson Clan has been running a renovation company and naturally doesn’t have the financial clout to build their own office building. However, renting a floor in a decent location in Imperial City as the headquarters’ office is also quite good.
At the entrance of the headquarters, Edward Palmer was already waiting there. As soon as he saw Sophie Wilson getting out of the elevator, he immediately came over to greet her: "Sophie, you’re here."
"President Palmer, I’m late. Sorry about that," Sophie Wilson apologized with a smile.
"Not at all, not at all, I was just early," Edward Palmer now looked at Sophie Wilson not just as the boss’s daughter, but as the God of Wealth.
The contract with President Payten had already been signed. The renovation for the entire residential area, the amount of business this brings, he’d be smiling even in his sleep.
"Come on, let’s go inside." Edward Palmer’s smile was all courteous, making the headquarters staff a bit baffled.
They’ve seen Edward Palmer, they know who he is.
He’s the branch manager, but who is the pretty woman with him?
"Sister, you’re here." Grace Wilson greeted Sophie Wilson happily and warmly invited her, "Come on, let’s go to the meeting room together."