Look, while dancing, he continuously guided Sophie Wilson’s position. No matter how they spun or danced, in the end, Sophie Wilson was always facing Charles Seymour. Just , while maintaining a fixed position, he could still dance in a way that dazzled the eyes and stirred the emotions. Hmm, now he was sure of it. Julian Campbell’s dance skills had truly made a qualitative leap. However, I haven’t seen him practice dancing much recently... Ah, that’s right, when people are in extreme desperation, they unleash endless potential. After a beautiful take, the next scenes had nothing to do with Sophie Wilson, so Sophie Wilson left with Charles Seymour for the hotel. "Next take, whose is it? Hurry up!" The director, after arranging things, lifted his head to find that the actors weren’t in place yet and got anxious immediately. Don’t they know that every day of filming costs money? "Grace Wilson, it’s your turn, what’s going on?" When the crew found Grace Wilson, she still had a face full of indignation. Sophie Wilson’s disregard had left her humiliated in front of the crew, so how could she be in the mood to act now? "Why are you rushing her? Can’t you see Grace is in a bad mood?" Amelia Cooper firmly stood by Grace Wilson’s side, speaking on her behalf. "Doesn’t Sophie Wilson also feel bad?" The person urging Grace Wilson was straightforward and shot back directly. "Grace Wilson, if you don’t want to act, go tell the director yourself!" After saying that, the person turned around and left, not wasting any time. "Forget it." Grace Wilson grabbed Amelia Cooper who wanted to argue, gritting her teeth, "I’ll go act." "Grace." Amelia Cooper stared at Grace Wilson disapprovingly, "How can they bully people ?" "What can I do? In my current state, I’m bound to be bullied, right?" Grace Wilson gave a bitter smile, shook her head, and said resignedly before walking over. That was just for show; how could Grace Wilson resign herself to fate? Today, everything Sophie Wilson had done to her, she would return it in full, leaving Sophie Wilson in ruins, wishing she were dead! "I want to rest for a while." James Reed’s smile was still so warm and appropriate, but the slightly pale complexion revealed that he wasn’t in the best mental state, making Ophelia Wilson very worried. She had countless things she wanted to say to James Reed, but they were all thwarted by his haggard face. Ophelia Wilson nodded considerately, speaking gently, "You rest well." James Reed nodded with a smile, and as soon as the door closed, the warmth on his face was replaced with a twisted, sinister hatred. Charles Seymour! Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 The Seymour Family should be his, Charles Seymour, that bastard, should have died long ago! "Sophie Wilson..." James Reed lay down on the bed, covering his face and let out a chilling laugh, "This is interesting indeed." He liked such a little firecracker. Charles Seymour had good taste. The position of the young master of the Seymour Family, he had seized; the father, he had also seized, so why couldn’t he seize such a woman? Anything that belonged to Charles Seymour, he wanted to seize, only then would he feel at ease! If not for Charles Seymour, how would he have lived through those years of being insulted and called a fatherless bastard? All of this was what Charles Seymour owed him. He was quite curious to see, with Sophie Wilson dancing so passionately, if she’d be just as fiery in bed.