"Coming to pressure me for debt?" Sophie Wilson laughed after hearing, "Grace Wilson really wishes me dead!"
"Yesterday, she couldn’t enjoy the show, didn’t get to ruin my reputation, instead she helped me succeed. Today, she wants Stephen Wilson to despise and abandon me."
Sophie Wilson sneered: "How much does Grace Wilson hate me?"
She wondered to herself if she’d ever done anything to wrong Grace Wilson, so could Grace truly want to destroy her time and again?
"I’ll go with you," Charles Seymour said in a deep voice, the chill in his tone almost becoming a tangible icy blade. If Grace Wilson were present, she’d likely be shredded by the blade.
"Just drop me off nearby," Sophie Wilson grinned, "It’s not time to expose you yet."
Charles Seymour’s gaze darkened, weren’t they supposed to be lovers?
All the good mood was destroyed, gloomy clouds of frustration arose, a fierce storm quickly gathered in the dark abyss, carrying the force to destroy everything, roared out.
In the kitchen, the butler broke into a cold sweat immediately, silently exclaiming—it’s over!
"When the time comes, I’ll arrange a super flashy entrance for you, let them see what an amazing boyfriend I’ve found, blind them!" Sophie Wilson enthusiastically looked at Charles Seymour, "What do you think?"
The butler shuddered more in his heart hearing this.
Such a childish suggestion, such a trivial way to show off... his master was always mature and steady, how could...?
Charles Seymour’s eyes quickly warmed, nodding: "Alright."
In an instant, the storm dissipated, the gloomy clouds were chased away by sunlight.
Where’s the promised maturity and stability?
Sophie Wilson leisurely arrived at the Wilson Clan’s front door and rang the bell.
The housemaid came to open the door, allowing Sophie Wilson to enter.
"Sophie’s here?" Grace Wilson greeted cheerfully, as if someone else was the one trying to frame Sophie Wilson, not her.
She was so gentle, seemingly a good sister, her acting skills truly made Sophie Wilson admire her from the heart.
In truth, Grace Wilson didn’t need to fight for the family wealth; if she entered the entertainment industry, she’d probably win awards effortlessly.
Moreover, from the beginning, Sophie Wilson never intended to compete with Grace Wilson over the so-called inheritance; if Grace Wilson hadn’t pressed her step by step, how could she be forced to retaliate?
"Mm." Sophie Wilson nodded.
"Seeing people without greeting, becoming more and more unruly." Lily Warren sat on the sofa, grumbled in annoyance.
"Mom, it’s not that I don’t want to greet you, it’s just I’m afraid you’d get angry if I do," Sophie Wilson chuckled lightly, "After all, in your eyes, isn’t Grace Wilson the only daughter you have?"
"You little brat!" Lily Warren exploded at this, jumping off the sofa suddenly, "What are you saying? You’re back only to anger me?"
Sophie Wilson sneered: "You think I’m happy to come back?"
With that, she turned and left, absolutely indifferent.
Seeing this, Grace Wilson panicked, quickly grabbing Sophie Wilson, persuading her: "Sophie, Mom’s just saying angry words, don’t leave."
"Why should I stay? Didn’t you tell me to get out?" Sophie Wilson glared coldly at Grace Wilson.
Of course Grace Wilson didn’t want to see her go, if she left, how could Grace Wilson’s planned drama unfold?
At present, Sophie Wilson was indeed confident and fearless!
"Mom..." Grace Wilson turned her head, calling out plaintively.
She absolutely couldn’t let Sophie Wilson leave.