Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 644: Can’t Bear It

"Sending out this video is somewhat useful, but it’s not enough to directly target Ophelia Wilson," Sophie Wilson pondered aloud, "No rush, I’ll wait and see."

"Have someone follow her?" Charles Seymour asked.

"Sure." Sophie Wilson nodded repeatedly, "Do you have someone for that?"

"The driver will do," Charles Seymour said, "He won’t be noticed."

"Then how will you get to work?" Sophie Wilson frowned, disagreeing.

"I’ll drive myself," Charles Seymour glanced at Sophie Wilson, then offered her another option, "Or, you could drive me and keep me company on the way to work, though it might tire you out."

"How could it?" Sophie Wilson nodded eagerly at the idea, "Let’s do that. I’ll drive you starting tomorrow, and you can get some extra rest in the car."

"Okay." Charles Seymour nodded with a smile.

In the evening, Charles Seymour called the driver into the study to give instructions.

"Sir, who’ll be driving you?" The driver hesitated to ask, aware that his employer wasn’t someone who easily trusted others.

If the usual person wasn’t around, his employer would prefer to handle things himself.

"Sophie," Charles Seymour replied, lips curling into a mysterious smile, "Sophie will drive me to work."

The driver blinked, feeling like pink bubbles were floating around.

"Two days, I’ll definitely investigate everyone around Ophelia Wilson," the driver said quickly.

"No rush," Charles Seymour stopped him, then thought for a moment, looking serious.

The driver watched Charles Seymour nervously, unsure of what was on his employer’s mind.

Could it be that there are hidden talents around Ophelia Wilson?

With his skills, he shouldn’t be unable to investigate a celebrity.

After a while, Charles Seymour seemed to make a significant decision, saying, "Five days, take your time with a thorough investigation."

"Alright." The driver nodded in agreement, certain his employer had a reason, though he didn’t fully understand, so he cleared up his doubts, "Sir, why five days? Is there something wrong with Ophelia Wilson?"

Was there something he’s missed, something special about Ophelia Wilson?

The driver was always very cautious when working for his employer.

"Five days allow for a more detailed investigation and also..." Charles Seymour’s thin lips pressed into a smile deep enough to drown in, "Sophie can drive me for five days."

Driver: "..."

"Should I investigate for more days?" the driver tested.

Charles Seymour frowned, the warmth in his eyes replaced by coldness, making the driver shiver, feeling a chill inside: "Longer means tiring Sophie!"

Driver: "..."

He felt like he needed some fast-acting heart medication.

This roller coaster of emotions was too much for his not-so-strong heart to bear, he... really couldn’t handle it!

The driver left the study dazed, and as he was about to head downstairs, he saw Sophie Wilson coming up, so he immediately greeted her.

Sophie Wilson smiled and nodded, "Thanks for the trouble these few days."

She naturally knew why Charles Seymour called the driver over.

"You’re too kind," the driver said with a smile.

He was about to leave, but curiosity did kill the cat, and he couldn’t resist asking a question.