Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour, then glanced down at the document in her hand. With a slight smile, she put it away and handed it to Charles Seymour.
Charles narrowed his eyes dangerously. She actually dared to give it to him.
"Why are you glaring? Help me put it away." Sophie raised an eyebrow and glared back fiercely, "Remember, you'll be working for me in the future. Make sure to earn well, hear me? Or else I'll fire you."
A faint smile appeared in Charles Seymour's eyes: "Accepted it?"
"Of course I accepted it. You're entirely mine, so why should I feel embarrassed about this?" Sophie huffed, speaking as if it was only natural.
After all, this guy could even give her his life, let alone something as trivial as material belongings.
Hearing Sophie say this, not only was Charles Seymour not upset, he was quite gratified.
"Mhm, let's eat." Charles was extremely happy and served food to Sophie Wilson.
