In the car, Sophie Wilson kept looking at Charles Seymour.
Her eyes, like black grapes, seemed to be soaked in spring water, glistening with moisture, making Charles Seymour's heart race and mouth dry.
However, he didn't say much, just felt a bit nervous.
What was Sophie thinking?
Was she wondering why he could take her to that place for evaluation?
Countless explanations flashed through Charles Seymour's mind, within a short time he had already run through all possibilities for what Sophie might ask, preparing to respond to her inquiries later.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour with a mischievous smile, biting her lip and chuckling.
On purpose?
On purpose what?
Charles Seymour was really confused; this question wasn't in any of the potential inquiries from Sophie that he prepared for.
