Sophie Wilson and their group were still inside the parking lot, continuing to walk further in.
As they approached their car, Sophie paused when she saw the person ahead, a sarcastic smile curling on her lips.
Charles Seymour glanced over, but pretended not to see, holding Sophie's hand and continuing forward.
Ethan Seymour, who had purposely waited there, watched as Charles drew closer, and then Charles walked past him without so much as a glance, treating him like thin air.
Already feeling utterly embarrassed, how could Ethan possibly endure this?
"Charles Seymour!" Ethan bellowed angrily, the parking lot was already empty, and his voice reverberated, full of momentum.
The sudden outburst startled everyone in the parking lot.
Unfortunately, Charles, having already walked past Ethan, was completely unfazed, as if Ethan's roar hadn't happened.
Ethan snorted with anger, turning to grab Charles.
"What are you doing?" Old Mr. Seymour had already approached, shouting angrily.
