Ethan Seymour didn't speak, and James Reed said with a gentle and polite smile, "Charles Seymour."
"Could you please call Mr. Seymour first?" the security guard asked politely.
Without the homeowner's permission, they definitely couldn't let people in casually.
Little did they know, this question touched a sore spot in Ethan Seymour's heart.
If he had Charles Seymour's phone number, would he need to come over in the middle of the night?
James Reed reacted quickly and said with a smile, "How about this, you call him directly, which will also help confirm for you, and just say his father is here."
The security guard of course had no objections and used the security desk's phone to call Charles Seymour's home.
After the butler answered the call, he went upstairs to knock on the door and reported to Charles Seymour.
Charles Seymour looked at the butler with an expressionless face, staring so intensely that the butler broke into a cold sweat, hurriedly saying, "I'll just..."
