Emerie abruptly stood up, and with fierce anger threw a line: "Wilson Clan, you'll never get to go back!"
After that, she left in big strides without turning her head back.
Sophie Wilson propped her chin up with one hand, leaning on the table, and watched Emerie's departing figure with amusement. Then, as the door of the reception room slowly closed, she leisurely took out her phone and made a call to Charles Seymour.
"Hey darling, Emerie Wilson just ran to my company to flaunt herself." Sophie started lazily.
The lazy voice carried a husky sensuality, causing Charles Seymour, who suddenly received the call, to tense up and his eyes darkened. He silently murmured, vixen!
His Sophie was becoming increasingly enchanting, though she seemed completely unaware, always unintentionally teasing him.
"What did you do?" Charles Seymour, after all, was Charles Seymour, and he started speaking, voice as usual, without revealing any change in emotion.
