Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 542 Next Time
After hearing James Reed’s words, Ethan Seymour, who was initially furious, slowly calmed down. Once he understood the meaning behind James’s words, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Great idea! Let’s go to your grandfather’s house!"
This is for the good of the company and that little brat. The old man will definitely let that brat join the company.
As long as that brat enters the company and they finalize the cooperation with Peace Group... that brat will be useless.
Isn’t the real credit going to James?
Yes, that’s the way to do it!
Ethan Seymour gave James Reed an approving look: "James, you really are clever."
If they talk to that little brat now, he definitely won’t join the company.
The brat already loves to go against them, and now with that troublemaker Sophie Wilson by his side, he’s even less likely to join the company.
But, through words from his grandfather, it’s completely different.
The old man is so biased towards that brat. If he now actively wants the brat to join the company, the old man will definitely go out of his way to persuade that brat. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
In this way, his goals will also be achieved.
"Let’s do it as you said," Ethan Seymour said happily. This plan is bound to succeed, and he could almost see their grand signing ceremony with Peace Group.
"Dad, when you get to Grandpa’s, don’t get too angry. I’m telling you, when you’re there, it’s best to..." James Reed advised Ethan Seymour in the car, to which he nodded repeatedly.
As for Charles Seymour inside the villa, after having Uncle Warren "escort" the person out, he immediately and carefully held Sophie’s hand. His thick brows knitted into a distressed frown, full of concern: "It’s all red, does it hurt?"
"It’s okay," Sophie said with a smile. When she hit, it felt good, and she hadn’t thought about whether it hurt.
She had wanted to hit Ethan Seymour for a long time.
"Let’s go," Charles Seymour gently held Sophie’s hand and led her upstairs. His cautious manner made Sophie shudder, "Mr. Seymour, you act like my hand is broken."
"Don’t say that!" Charles reprimanded sternly. After speaking, he realized his tone was too harsh and awkwardly explained, "Don’t say it like that..."
Sophie burst into laughter, teasing, "Mr. Seymour, are you feeling sorry for me?"
"Yes." Charles responded emphatically, leaving Sophie speechless.
She had truly been joking.
She was the one who slapped someone, not got slapped, yet her Mr. Seymour was heartbroken like this... Aahhh!!!
She wanted to scream!
Her Mr. Seymour was so adorable!
"Don’t hit next time," Charles said, looking at Sophie’s fair little hand, which was slightly red, and it pained him to no end.
"But he bullied you, I couldn’t help it," Sophie mumbled, clearly she was the "injured" one, so why did Mr. Seymour seem to be suffering more than her?
"Next time, I will," Charles offered.
"You’re too calm. Besides, I can’t control myself," Sophie said helplessly.
Charles took the medicinal wine to massage Sophie’s hand, but paused when he heard her words. Then he said, "Next time, use your foot to kick. That way your hand won’t hurt."
"Pfft..." Sophie really burst out laughing, genuinely couldn’t handle how adorable her Mr. Seymour was.
How can someone be this cute?
