"It's not been that long. If you want to eat something delicious, take my Sophie with you." Julian Campbell was utterly unreserved with Edward Sherwood.
"Alright, deal." Edward laughed good-naturedly, "Looks like I'm the one getting a bargain."
Their cheerful banter infuriated Grace Wilson to no end; she'd been talking for ages without getting anywhere.
Ophelia Wilson, of course, observed everything but pretended not to notice.
She had no intention of intervening in this matter.
After the meal, Edward went over for makeup.
His assistant approached him and, only when there was no one else around, quietly reminded him, "Brother Wells, that person is at odds with Ophelia Wilson."
Others probably saw it as Grace Wilson competing with Sophie Wilson, but many discerning people knew better.
"Should I be afraid of Ophelia Wilson?" Edward asked with a sneer.
