"How... how can you do this?" Ophelia Wilson finally reacted, trembling as she forced these words through clenched teeth.
This time, she was trembling not out of fear, but anger.
"What I do, how does it concern you?" Charles Seymour glanced at Ophelia Wilson with indifference, and just that glance stirred a strong sense of inferiority within her, as if she were the most insignificant speck of dust in the world.
She, the eldest daughter of the Wilson Clan, lived a life of prestige from childhood, let alone later becoming a star in the spotlight, adored by countless fans. Wherever she went, if she didn't intentionally hide her whereabouts, she would be surrounded by throngs.
Yet, Charles Seymour's glance stripped all her glory away, exposing the most humble version of herself.
