"I said I would be your experimental subject to repay the debt. Why should I tell you where I spent my money?" Sophie Wilson defiantly raised her head.
He never told her why he treated her so well, so why should she tell him where the money went?
"Indeed, you don’t need to tell me." Charles Seymour sneered, "If you need more money in the future, I can lend it to you, as long as you continue to be my experimental subject."
"But..." Charles Seymour looked Sophie Wilson up and down, "Where did you spend hundreds of thousands? Were you cheated?"
"After all, you are a... shallow person who only sees the surface."
"Are you saying I’m brainless?" Sophie Wilson squinted her eyes.
Charles Seymour just snorted, the meaning obvious.
Sophie Wilson was furious, who’s the real fool?
No matter how foolish she was, she couldn’t be more foolish than him!
In her past life, she was so foolish that she lost her life; in this life, she was foolish enough to want to warn her to be careful of the people around her, albeit so cryptically, creating hatred for him.
"Do you think I’m stupid? I’m not going to let anyone who bullies me get away." Sophie Wilson sneered repeatedly.
Of course, she knew her good sister kept setting traps to harm her, first driving her out of the house and then plotting with a loan shark to kill her.
In her past life, this fool supposedly confined her to keep her away from those who hurt her.
He worried she would crumble knowing how despicable her loved ones were, those she cared for like life itself.
The so-called ten-year confinement was not just to heal her but also to protect her from the cruel reality.
This fool even dared to say she was brainless here.
"You?" Charles Seymour’s eyes flashed, looking at Sophie Wilson with disbelief.
"Hmph, don’t think I don’t know Eva told you my hiding place. As for the one who burdened me with the loan shark, it was my good sister."
A cold glint flashed in Sophie Wilson’s eyes; she hadn’t done anything wrong to them, yet they harmed her so... In her past life, with his protection, she didn’t personally take revenge; in this life, she was going to strike back fiercely, leaving none behind!
"I am going to be your experimental subject to repay the debt, but you can’t restrict my freedom. I still need to go back for revenge." Sophie Wilson boldly stated her demand.
In this life, she didn’t want to be a flower shielded in a greenhouse under his protection; even if she were a flower, she’d be a rose, with thorns!
"I won’t run away." Sophie Wilson promised, "I’m not the kind of person who goes back on their word."
Charles Seymour stared coldly at her, with not a trace of warmth in his eyes, just coldly, no one knew what he was thinking.
Sophie Wilson nervously watched him; he wouldn’t be like in the past life, making it impossible for her to leave this villa, right?
The storm surged in Charles Seymour’s eyes, a brewing tempest, no one knew what he was thinking; only through the sharp drop in temperature and suffocating pressure could they feel his emotional turmoil.
In this vast villa, all the servants were long gone, hiding cleanly, no one could withstand his terrifying aura like a tsunami or typhoon.
"Alright, I’ll trust you this once." Finally, the storm subsided, Charles Seymour’s few words became the stabilizing point that saved the lives of those almost scared to death.
"However..." Suddenly, Charles Seymour approached, so close that Sophie Wilson could clearly smell the dangerous, cool scent of him, "If you dare run, no matter the ends of the earth, I’ll pull you back."