Emerie had no idea about Ophelia Wilson's schemes as her car had already arrived at the entrance of Charles Seymour's residential area.
The security of the community was not just for show; without the owner's consent, outsiders were not allowed to enter casually.
"Call Charles Seymour's house and then I'll speak to them," Emerie arrogantly commanded the security guard.
The security guard glanced at Emerie, chose not to argue with someone so impolite, and directly dialed Charles Seymour's house.
Once the call was connected, the security explained the situation briefly and then handed the phone to Emerie.
Emerie commanded, "Sophie Wilson, tell the security at the entrance to let me in, I have something to say to you."
The commanding tone made Sophie slightly raise an eyebrow: "My home is not a newspaper office, you're looking for the wrong place to publish an apology!"
"Sophie!" Emerie gritted her teeth in anger, her heart beating irregularly due to her emotional fluctuations.
