Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 540 Beaten
Ethan Seymour’s face turned green with anger.
Is this Sophie Wilson an idiot?
James Reed stifled his urge to swear and continued to persuade for Charles Seymour’s sake, "Miss Wilson, this concerns my brother’s future..."
"As long as the Seymour Corporation doesn’t go bankrupt, can’t he just keep collecting dividends?" Sophie Wilson asked James Reed.
"Yes, but..."
"That’s enough, as those dividends are enough for us to live on. No buts. I don’t have high demands for my living conditions, as long as there’s enough to eat and drink." Sophie Wilson seemed quite content with the status quo, grinning as she said to James Reed, "I’m very satisfied."
Living in such a large detached villa, in a location better than Ethan Seymour’s home, driving a far more luxurious car, even their engagement party outshone James Reed’s, Sophie said she didn’t have high demands... Indeed, her standards weren’t very high.
Even someone as calculating as James Reed was almost driven to vomit blood with anger, so one could imagine how even more unsettled Ethan Seymour was, directly swearing, "You call that low demands? Have the guts to move out, earn your living, ride the bus, that’s what you’d call low demands!"
"Don’t live in villas, ride in luxury cars, and spend money like water, yet shamelessly claim you have low demands!" Ethan Seymour had never seen someone so shameless in his life.
"My Mr. Seymour doesn’t think my demands are high." Sophie Wilson shrugged and turned to shake Charles Seymour’s arm, and coyly asked, "Honey, are my demands high?"
"Not high!"
Sophie called him honey, and Mr. Seymour felt very flattered, his heart so sweet that his blood sugar levels were soaring, almost reaching five plus signs.
"So would you neglect me for making money?" Sophie Wilson continued to ask.
"No!" Mr. Seymour never considered making money a priority. Without Sophie, money meant nothing.
Running a company was just to kill time without Sophie, now that Sophie was with him, whoever wanted to manage the company could do so!
"Would you mind me spending your money?" Sophie Wilson pouted, looking cutely at her Mr. Seymour.
Her Mr. Seymour was almost getting drunk on Sophie’s adorable little look, he simply countered, "I gave it to you long ago. They’re your things, use them as you wish, why would I mind?"
Sophie Wilson was satisfied, leaving James Reed and Ethan Seymour completely speechless.
"You’re insane! You’re just insane!" Ethan Seymour pointed at Charles Seymour’s nose and cursed, "You’re a wastrel, those things belong to the Seymour Family, how can you..."
"I want to." Charles Seymour casually threw these three words at Ethan Seymour, making him almost spit out three liters of blood.
"You, you, you... you beast!" Ethan Seymour swore uncontrollably.
Charles Seymour hadn’t reacted yet when he suddenly felt his arm lighten, and the next second, a crisp sound rang out, "You’re the beast!"
"You fathered but didn’t raise, kept a mistress, angered your wife to death, abandoned your son, beast! No, you’re worse than a beast!" Sophie Wilson pointed at Ethan Seymour’s nose and cursed.
Ethan Seymour slowly turned back his tilted face in astonishment, then realized something—he had been slapped!
By Sophie Wilson, she slapped him across the face!
"Sophie Wilson, how dare you hit me!" Ethan Seymour, furious, raised his hand to hit back, but unfortunately, his speed was no match for Sophie Wilson and he slapped into thin air.
Ethan Seymour tried to grab again, but suddenly his wrist was gripped tightly. Upon a closer look, he found Charles Seymour had somehow stepped in front of him and was firmly holding his wrist.
