Sophie likes her grandparents because they treat her well. This realization made Charles take a deep breath, another deep breath, and yet another deep breath, just to suppress the urge to pounce on Sophie. Charles pursed his lips, concealing his emotions, and softly replied with an "Mm". Charles managed to control himself, but Sophie didn’t. Thinking about Charles’s pitiful childhood, with these two elders accompanying him all the way, she suddenly felt excited and impulsively did something. Sophie reached out and pinched! She pinched Charles’s cheek, and after two pinches, she reluctantly rubbed it twice. The driver quickly shifted his gaze back from the rearview mirror, continuing to drive calmly. Of course, if his grip on the steering wheel wasn’t so tight, his calmness would be more convincing. He really wished he could gouge out his own eyes, wondering why he had been so nosy earlier. Why did he have to look at the rearview mirror? What was he looking at? The driver kept berating himself internally, but the main issue was... he was worried that his boss would cause trouble for him later. Someone like his boss, having his face pinched and even rubbed... however he thought about it, it seemed incredibly shocking. If his boss saw him witnessing this, would he be silenced? The driver nervously swallowed, starting to worry about his own future. Back at the house, Sophie got out of the car, and the driver called out, "Sir." Sophie turned back and smiled at Charles, "You two chat, I’ll head inside first." Charles nodded slightly, watching Sophie go inside, then turned to the driver, waiting for him to speak. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Um, I didn’t mean to see it. Sir, don’t worry, I absolutely won’t tell anyone else, I swear!" The driver repeatedly promised, afraid Charles wouldn’t believe him, almost ready to swear an oath. Charles glanced at the driver, seemingly puzzled by his nervousness: "It’s fine if you tell, it’s no big deal." After saying this, Charles stepped inside, completely unaffected by all the terrifying outcomes the driver had been worrying about all along. The driver was dumbfounded. The driver scratched his head, quickly going to find the butler for help. After hearing the driver’s recount, the butler laughed, "Don’t worry, sir won’t mind." "But sir is always so... uh, concerned about his image, right?" The driver used a more subtle phrase, but really, sir was someone even acquaintances kept their distance from. "That’s different." The butler chuckled, patting the driver’s shoulder, "That’s Miss Wilson. Sir would love to announce to the world that he’s tied to Miss Wilson; if you spread the news, sir might even thank you." He felt a bit dizzy, thinking he should go take a nap. Until he could digest what the butler just said... no one should wake him up! "President Walton, someone named Stephen Wilson is here to see you." The secretary called Benjamin Walton’s office. After receiving instructions from Benjamin, the secretary called the front desk, instructing, "Let him come up." The front desk hung up the phone and said, "Mr. Wilson, please proceed." Stephen Wilson let out an arrogant snort, "Young lady, I told you your President Walton would definitely see me. I don’t need an appointment to see him!" With that, he proudly strutted in, as if this were his own company.