Charles Seymour directly answered Old Mr. Wilson this time: "Disgust you."
But these simple and direct words seemed to infuriate even more.
Old Mr. Wilson felt a rush of blood surge to his brain, and with a buzzing sound, his vision blacked out, and he nearly fainted.
"Charles Seymour, don't go too far!" Old Mr. Wilson gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, but his voice trembled a bit from the anger, so... it sounded somewhat less imposing.
"How is it too much to stand up for my own woman?" Charles Seymour's cold, emotionless gaze fell upon Old Mr. Wilson as he spoke matter-of-factly.
"All for a woman?" Old Mr. Wilson sneered, "Raising the acquisition price for a woman, not using the most suitable price for purchase, is this something a businessman would do?"
"Charles Seymour, don't make yourself sound so noble. You're targeting James Reed, aren't you? If you want to deal with James Reed, face him directly. Taking it out on innocent people, what kind of capability is that?"
