Old Mr. Seymour naturally wouldn't worry about Ethan Seymour. He knew Ethan wasn't very sharp, but James Reed was a different story.
"No worries." Charles Seymour said nonchalantly, "Sophie knows what she's doing. If James Reed wants to trip her up, he's barking up the wrong tree."
James Reed's tactics might work on ordinary people.
But Sophie, who had been honed bit by bit in rogue companies for over a decade, would never be outsmarted by James Reed.
Mentioning Sophie, Charles automatically drifted in thought to the training base. He wondered how Sophie was doing.
At dinner time, the training base was also having dinner.
Sophie Wilson smiled as she placed some food into her son Bao's bowl and asked him, "Is it good?"
"Mm." Bao nodded heavily, enjoying the food tremendously.
Sophie reached out and ruffled Bao's small head. Her son was truly easy to look after, never picky with food.
