Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 543: Well Fought
Looking down at Charles Seymour seriously massaging her hand, Sophie Wilson felt all the salt in the ocean of her heart had turned to sugar; just a taste, and it was sweet enough to make her teeth ache!
"Since they left so easily, they must have gone to think of another plan." Since Mr. Seymour cared so much for her, of course Sophie Wilson had to think more about him. "Could they have gone to find Grandpa?"
"James Reed would think of that." Charles Seymour said calmly, one sentence fully explained how well he understood both James Reed and Ethan Seymour.
It also showed even more clearly just how disdainful he was of dealing with that family.
"Always tattling, no matter how old they are and still think they’re three-year-olds?" Sophie Wilson snorted disdainfully, then asked Charles Seymour, "What if Grandpa scolds you?"
Charles Seymour hadn’t even considered that possibility, which was why Sophie’s question caught him by surprise.
His reaction made Sophie laugh, reach out, pinch his nose, and shake it gently: "Of course I won’t let Grandpa scold you."
"If they go to Grandpa, they’ll definitely just end up getting scolded." Sophie Wilson’s mischievous smile made Charles Seymour look at her dotingly, "Naughty."
He didn’t even need to ask; it must be something Sophie was up to again.
On the other side, when Ethan Seymour and James Reed rushed to Old Mr. Seymour’s house, they didn’t even have time to say a word before Old Mr. Seymour started berating them: "You actually dared to call Charles a brat! If Charles is a brat, what am I? An old brat? Is that why I raised a brat like you, huh?"
"I..."
"What ’I’? Do you dare say you didn’t call Charles that?" Old Mr. Seymour immediately interrupted Ethan Seymour’s attempted defense, "Should I play the recording for you right now?"
Ethan Seymour was so furious his eyes widened; that little brat actually recorded it just now?
"Dad, I was slapped by that little bitch Sophie Wilson." Ethan Seymour showed his slightly swollen left cheek to Old Mr. Seymour, "She actually hit me, she..."
"Well done!" Old Mr. Seymour praised happily, "If you ask me, she didn’t hit you hard enough! She should have hit you harder! Serves you right!"
"Dad..." Ethan Seymour stared at Old Mr. Seymour in disbelief, "Whose dad are you exactly?"
"I don’t have a son who insults my grandson!" Old Mr. Seymour scolded angrily.
"Dad, you’re being unreasonable, you..." Ethan Seymour rattled off grievances while James Reed stood by frowning incessantly.
If Ethan Seymour continued to speak like this, their visit here would be completely useless, leaving them only to suffer humiliation.
Thinking of this, James Reed knew he couldn’t let things continue in this direction, so he quickly intervened, "Dad, please calm down."
Speaking of this, James Reed felt annoyed, hating Ethan Seymour’s incompetence.
They had agreed on the way there not to get angry, to talk peacefully, yet his father couldn’t hold his temper.
"Grandpa, Dad didn’t mean it like that." James Reed stopped Ethan and explained to Old Mr. Seymour, "Grandpa, Dad wants Charles to join the company."
"Let Charles join the company?" Old Mr. Seymour’s anger indeed subsided somewhat, skeptically eyeing Ethan Seymour.
Ethan Seymour didn’t have Old Mr. Seymour’s control though, his anger had nowhere to go.
Ethan Seymour snorted, just about to retaliate, but felt his arm being tugged discreetly by James Reed. Looking up, James was signaling him with his eyes, so he had to forcibly swallow back the words that were about to burst out.
