"You're aware of it too?" Sophie Wilson rolled her eyes at Charles Seymour, "You really need to change the way you talk. Can't you just be direct?"
The driver silently drove in the front, feeling utterly helpless.
Indeed, their boss usually spoke so directly that it made anyone listening want to bang their heads against a wall.
"Hmm." Charles Seymour promptly accepted Sophie Wilson's advice, candidly and straightforwardly saying, "I'm jealous!"
The driver suddenly gripped the steering wheel tightly, ensuring the car drove smoothly without weaving like a snake.
Sophie Wilson burst into laughter: "That's my uncle, what are you jealous of?"
"I know. I can't help it." Charles Seymour stated concisely.
As honest as honesty can be, as direct as directness can get.
Sophie Wilson hugged Charles Seymour's neck, laughing: "Tell me, why do I like your petty nature so much?"
The driver steadily drove up front, realizing that only Miss Wilson could handle their boss.
