That night, when Charles Seymour came back, he noticed Sophie Wilson was in a bit of a bad mood.
The most obvious sign was that she didn't pounce on him like usual, but just curled up obediently on the sofa and waved at him.
"What's wrong?" Charles asked.
"Ran into an idiot." Sophie sneered.
"Hayley Cole." Charles's certain tone made Sophie raise her brows slightly. "You've heard the rumors too?"
"Yeah." Charles nodded. The business circle was that small; even if he hadn't taken part in the bidding, he could still get the news.
"You really aren't worried at all, huh." Sophie arched a brow at Charles. There was no way he'd get the news later than Edward Palmer. "And you didn't even tell me."
"Would it make any difference if I told you? Would you revise the proposal?" Charles asked, amused.
