If she couldn't even do the basic things like reading faces and guessing intentions, how could she have survived in those shady companies?
"What did she tell you before I arrived?" Sophie Wilson asked.
"She asked for my name and confirmed the room number." Charles Seymour, of course, didn't hide anything from Sophie Wilson, and he told her everything honestly.
"Oh, that's quite strategic." Sophie Wilson laughed and patted Charles Seymour on the shoulder, "My Mr. Seymour is really a hot commodity."
She had only been away for a short while, and he was already targeted.
Hmm, to be honest, she really hadn't thought about this before.
"Don't push it too far," Charles Seymour warned Sophie Wilson.
Sophie Wilson narrowed her eyes: "Are you feeling sorry for her?"
Charles Seymour reached out and pinched Sophie Wilson's nose: "You're here to travel with me, not to provoke people. Focus on me, not someone else."
