Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 994: Please Leave

Old Mrs. Wilson was momentarily stunned, thinking that due to her age, her hearing wasn’t functioning well, and she had just heard things wrong."What did you just say?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked Charles Seymour, seeking confirmation, but unfortunately, Charles had no obligation to repeat himself.

He just looked at Old Mrs. Wilson as if she were an idiot, and this look served as a silent answer.

"This is simply absurd." Old Mrs. Wilson no longer cared about Charles’ offensive gaze; her mind was in a bit of disarray.

What did Charles mean by those words?

All of it was because that person was Sophie Wilson.

Did Charles mean that regardless of whether it was a man, woman, old, or young, as long as it was Sophie Wilson, he would do this?

Or does it mean... in Charles’ heart, Sophie is irreplaceable?

If that’s the case... Old Mrs. Wilson felt a bit uneasy, because she remembered how she had not accepted Sophie Wilson initially.

Would Charles hold a grudge against her?

And thus take action against Wilson Corporation?

"Charles, you really are..." Old Mrs. Wilson wanted to say something but struggled to find the right words, only managing to utter half a sentence of lament.

After hesitating for a while, Old Mrs. Wilson finally came up with a reason that wasn’t quite a reason: "For a woman... fine, even if it’s for Sophie Wilson, your company ended up spending so much more money, is it really worth it?"

"Worth it!" Charles’s voice remained calm, but Old Mrs. Wilson could hear the determination in his words, "What does Peace Corporation matter compared to Sophie?"

One sentence from Charles left Old Mrs. Wilson speechless, prompting her to reflexively ask, "So you’re just..."

"Acquiring the companies you value, deliberately participating in bids, and taking on projects you can’t handle. I’m doing it on purpose!" Charles admitted openly, making Old Mrs. Wilson’s chest heave violently with anger.

Perhaps due to age, she started breathing heavily, as if she might pass out at any moment from lack of breath.

At that moment, Charles’s phone rang. He glanced at it, picked it up, and listened to the person on the other end: "Hmm, let her in."

Having said that, Charles hung up the phone.

Soon after, the door of the reception room was swung open forcefully, and the person who came in saw Old Mrs. Wilson gasping heavily and cried out, "Dad, what’s wrong, Dad?"

Emerie ran forward a couple of steps, grabbed Old Mrs. Wilson, helping her catch her breath.

After quite some effort, Old Mrs. Wilson finally managed to calm her breathing.

Only then did Emerie have the chance to turn her head towards Charles, cursing him: "Charles, are you sick? Bullying an old person, are you still a man?"

Charles looked at Emerie, saying nothing.

His silence, in turn, made Emerie’s arrogance even more pronounced: "Don’t think that just because you have a bit of money you can do whatever you want. Who do you think you are? People like you should have died long ago! Why don’t you just drop dead?"

"You two, please leave immediately!" The security guards quickly entered and spoke to Emerie, who was shouting angrily.

"Do you think having security makes you great? Why should I leave? Charles, I’m telling you, you’re nothing but a... what are you doing? What are you doing? Let go, let go of me!"

"Let go, I can walk on my own!" When had Old Mrs. Wilson ever been escorted out by security like this?

She shouted angrily in a stern voice.