"Sophie Wilson, I will never bother you again. I beg you, please don't let the video get out." At this moment, Ophelia Wilson finally softened and pleaded.
"You have everything now, can you let me go, please?" Ophelia implored pitifully, "I was wrong. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Ophelia lowered her stance to beg for mercy, only to receive Sophie's low chuckle in response: "Ophelia Wilson, do you really feel sorry, or do you think that only by apologizing can you secure your ability to marry James Reed and continue your luxurious life?"
Ophelia's breathing suddenly became heavy. Even if Sophie couldn't see her expression, she knew that Ophelia must wish she could strangle her at this moment.
But so what?
She wasn't afraid anyway.
"What? Did I hit the nail on the head?" Sophie asked Ophelia with amusement.
Enraged, Ophelia cursed, "Sophie Wilson, you're shameless!"
Sophie held up the phone which had been hung up on, shrugged helplessly, and sighed lightly, "Such a temper."
