Why was I acting so ladylike back then?
Regret!
Regret!
Sophie Wilson let out two silent wails in her heart and suddenly pulled the covers over herself, lying down.
She had to work hard on sleeping well and exercising, to cooperate with Charles Seymour and solve all the hidden problems as soon as possible, so she could feast!
With grand goals in mind, Sophie silently urged herself to fall asleep quickly.
As for the other person involved, Charles Seymour had just finished getting washed up, changed into his home clothes, placed the files into the safe, and his fingers lingeringly caressed the document bag, a happy smile that he couldn't suppress playing on his lips.
Finally, it's all settled, now that his status is confirmed, he feels somewhat at ease.
The phone ring suddenly interrupted, causing Charles to frown slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Who is so blind as to call at this time?
