Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 787 Very Calm

Since both of them wanted to set her up like this, why should she hold back?

Let them reap what they sow.

"Hmph, let’s see if they’ll dare to mess with me in the future. I have dirt on them now." Sophie Wilson said smugly, taking a crisp bite of an apple.

"Hmm, they definitely won’t dare to provoke you anymore." Charles Seymour nodded, asking, "Are you hurt?"

"Nope." Sophie proudly shook her body, "I’m telling you, the people Chaya Davis hired were useless. I handled them easily in just a few moves, and when I squeezed them a bit, they screamed like pigs being slaughtered."

Actually, she didn’t even think through how to deal with them. It was purely instinct.

After she beat the four of them to the ground, she instinctively knew how to make them feel excruciating pain without leaving visible injuries.

Sophie deeply suspected that she used to do these kinds of things often, or else how could she be so skilled?

However, she needed to think about the specifics herself since there were many things that even her Mr. Seymour didn’t know.

Oh well, she’ll figure it out slowly—it’s not like it affects her current life anyway.

"Tell me about the process in detail." Charles Seymour said with a steady face.

"Sure, it’s just that they were idiots." Sophie casually described everything, starting from their fake road construction plan until the end.

"...Later, I didn’t even bother watching, found it disgusting, so I left." Sophie finished speaking, having nearly eaten everything. It always felt more comfortable to snack after a meal; otherwise, something seemed missing.

"You’ve been in contact with those people; give me their numbers." Charles said, "I’ll handle it, so you don’t dirty your eyes."

"Alright." Sophie had no objections, handed everything over to Charles, and after they talked for a while, Charles finally went back to his room.

Returning to the bedroom, Charles’s gaze darkened, and he directly made a phone call.

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"Boss, boss... Please spare us, we really didn’t do anything!" The four men, lying on the ground with bruised faces, couldn’t tell north from south and just kept begging for mercy.

They had just finished the job, moved the stuff downstairs, and before they could get in the car, they were bagged and gagged, then brought here.

Upon arrival, they were dumped on the ground without a word, beaten half to death through the sack, and only then was the sack torn off.

"What else do you want to do?" someone asked with a cold laugh.

"No, no... We didn’t mean that!" The man hastily waved his hands, "We really didn’t touch Miss Sophie Wilson; we did everything according to her instructions."

As soon as he said that, he indeed felt the murderous intent from the others ease a bit, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing these people were on Sophie’s side.

He really couldn’t understand how much sense Chaya lost to mess with Sophie Wilson?

If they had known this would be the outcome, no amount of money would have persuaded them to take this job.

There’s no use in earning money if you don’t live to spend it, is there?

He spoke with a hint of fear, sneaking a glance at the person talking. To his surprise, the man looked dashing, like a noble prince described in books, but why was his aura so terrifying?

"That’s why you’re still alive now." Jim Perry smiled slightly, and with one sentence, he made the four men shiver with fear.