Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 553 How about that?
Ophelia Wilson was trembling with rage, unable to hold back a furious outburst: "Charles Seymour, you pathetic loser!"
The sharp noise seemed nonexistent as Charles Seymour carefully pulled Sophie Wilson’s sleeve straight, making sure she was comfortable.
Charles Seymour showed no reaction, but Sophie Wilson couldn’t take it.
Her man, why should he be insulted?
"Ophelia Wilson, you’re asking for it!" Sophie Wilson glared angrily at Ophelia, "Who are you calling a loser? James Reed from your family is the real loser who’s living off his family!"
Her Mr. Seymour was so amazing, why should Ophelia Wilson insult him?
Ophelia Wilson sneered coldly, filled with anger, but she still had some rationality. She didn’t want to argue with Sophie Wilson here.
Her main goal now was to make Charles Seymour completely hate Sophie Wilson. As long as Sophie lost Charles as her support... then Sophie’s days would be beyond despair.
"Charles Seymour, do you even know who arranged the secret filming..."
"Me." Charles Seymour replied indifferently, cutting off Ophelia’s words.
Ophelia Wilson’s triumphant expression froze on her face, taking her a long time to digest the meaning of Charles Seymour’s single word. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"I arranged for the secret filming." Spending so much time with Sophie Wilson, Charles Seymour had also developed some compassion, like caring for the disabled, as after all, being brain-dead is also a disability.
Ophelia Wilson’s eyes widened, almost falling out of her head, pointing at Charles Seymour in disbelief, trembling as if she’d seen a ghost, stammering unable to form a complete sentence: "You, you, you..."
"Yes, it was me." Charles Seymour patiently admitted once more.
"Why?" Ophelia Wilson questioned in disbelief.
She could understand anyone doing this, but why would it be Charles Seymour?
"To slap you in the face." Charles Seymour straightforwardly gave the ultimate answer, so direct that Ophelia Wilson nearly spat blood.
He, he, he...
"Are you crazy? Don’t you know that secretly filming and broadcasting it will anger those important people?" Ophelia Wilson screamed shrilly.
"What does their anger have to do with me?" Charles Seymour looked at Ophelia Wilson with genuine confusion.
Were those guys angry?
He couldn’t see it.
In fact, there were quite a few engagement gifts.
"You..." The words stuck in Ophelia Wilson’s chest, almost making her pass out. She pounded her chest hard, finally expelling the breath, sparing herself from suffocating. "Have you ever thought that what you did could ruin your uncle?"
"What does it have to do with my uncle?" Charles Seymour was utterly confused by Ophelia Wilson’s words.
"Weren’t those people only invited because of your uncle’s connections? What about your secret filming? Have you thought about how your uncle is supposed to maintain relationships?" Ophelia Wilson furiously questioned, "How can you do this? Just for your own satisfaction, ignoring your uncle’s network! You’re so selfish!"
Charles Seymour finally understood what Ophelia Wilson meant at this point. Did she think the guests at the engagement party were his uncle’s friends?
Who gave her such an illusion?
"Yes." Charles Seymour nodded, indifferent, "I am just that selfish, so what?"
This tone nearly made Sophie Wilson burst out laughing.
Why did it feel like her Mr. Seymour had been corrupted after being with her?
