Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 609: Needs Discipline

"Yeah." George Reed nodded, finally breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Julian Campbell was okay. "You really kept it under wraps well. I didn’t notice a thing..."

"What secret-keeping? I just found out too, alright?" Julian Campbell was furious, feeling deeply deceived by his little uncle.

"You just found out?" George Reed paused and asked in surprise.

"Yeah!" Julian Campbell huffed, "Where did you find out my little uncle is the chairman of Peace Group?"

"It’s all over the business circles in the Imperial City," George Reed said, as agents like them naturally needed to keep up with these things.

After all, whoever can invest is the God of Wealth, and he needed to figure it out to help Julian get endorsements in the future.

"Oh my! My little uncle really kept me in the dark." Julian Campbell wailed miserably, "I’m going to his house to criticize him!"

"Hmm." George Reed snapped out of his earlier shock and, looking at the lively Julian Campbell in front of him, suddenly showed an unusually kind smile. "Julian, don’t you think you should explain to me about the cakes and ice drinks before you go find your little uncle?"

Julian Campbell, who was happily bouncing around, was suddenly stopped like someone had hit the pause button. His body stiffened instantly, and he awkwardly pulled at the corners of his mouth, squeezing out a smile uglier than crying: "Brother George... you, you... you must have heard wrong just now..."

"Heard wrong, my foot!" George Reed lunged directly, this brat, if you don’t discipline him every three days, he’d climb all over the place!

Needs a lesson!

Thankfully, due to Julian Campbell’s "status on the street," he had been given a private dressing room with excellent soundproofing, so... his cries weren’t heard by others.

At least he maintained some dignity.

Unlike Julian Campbell, who was being roughly handled, Charles Seymour, after a busy spell, sat down with a faint smile in his eyes. He looked at Sophie Wilson, who was drooling with chopsticks in hand, and asked softly, "Why aren’t you eating?"

"It looks so good, I can’t bear to eat it," Sophie Wilson sighed, "If you became a chef, I don’t know how many chefs would be out of jobs."

Charles Seymour’s smile deepened as he reached out and picked up some food for Sophie Wilson, saying, "Go ahead and eat."

"Alright." Sophie Wilson’s eyes curved with a smile. She happily picked up a piece of meat, put it in her mouth, and then her eyes lit up as she quickly chewed.

Delicious!

It was really too delicious!

The sweet and sour pineapple pork was just right, not to mention the crispy crust with tender meat locked in flavorful juices inside. It was truly delectable.

Sophie Wilson hurriedly picked up a piece and put it into Charles Seymour’s bowl, exclaiming excitedly, "It’s so good, eat it! Eat it!"

"Alright." Charles Seymour wasn’t too keen on tasting it himself; he was mainly content with seeing Sophie enjoy it, making him happier than eating it himself.

The two had just had a few bites when the doorbell suddenly rang. After the butler went to check, soon, a wail penetrated inside: "Little uncle..."

Sophie Wilson, holding a piece of spicy shrimp, turned her head in surprise. What happened to Julian Campbell?

"Little uncle..." Julian Campbell dashed in with grief, apparently about to throw himself into Charles Seymour’s arms. However, his unstoppable charge was halted by his little uncle’s indifferent gaze, making him slowly come to a stop at the dining room entrance.