Mason Wilson, who is managing the Wilson Clan’s business, pushed all his inner conflicts aside when he returned to the private room, and chatted over dinner as if nothing was amiss. After dinner, when Sophie Wilson settled into the car, she asked, "Will you go back to work after dropping me off at home?" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Yes." Charles Seymour nodded. Sophie Wilson didn’t ask anything unnecessary, like telling him he didn’t need to drop her off at home; she knew he would do it anyway, so she didn’t waste time on unnecessary words. Yawning, Sophie Wilson nestled into the seat, shifted around uncomfortable, and then tilted her head to lean against Charles Seymour’s shoulder — yep, this was more comfortable. It was just that, as soon as she leaned over, someone’s muscles instantly tensed and would take a few minutes to gradually relax. Initially, leaning wasn’t very comfortable, but now it’s much better than before, isn’t it? She couldn’t figure it out — he’s a grown man, so why does he get nervous when she leans on him? Charles Seymour glanced at Sophie Wilson, who was looking quite relaxed leaning against him, and sighed internally. Wasn’t she testing his willpower? Luckily, his willpower wasn’t bad. "Aren’t you curious about what we talked about?" Charles Seymour asked Sophie Wilson, trying to find something to talk about. Even though his willpower was decent, Sophie’s allure was simply too strong; no amount of refinement could suffice. "Not curious at all." Sophie Wilson replied without even opening her eyes, thoroughly relaxed. Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson with surprise. Her eyelashes were long, casting a small, faint, inky shadow on her lower eyelid as they slightly trembled, brushing against his heart, tickling. "What could you say? It’s certainly something good for me, and since you took care of it so prudently, why would I waste energy on it?" Sophie Wilson spoke with certainty, leaving Charles Seymour unsure what expression to wear, feeling warm and full inside, wanting to do something more for her. Sigh, why does Sophie always test his willpower ? While things between Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour were just fine, things weren’t going so well on Clarissa Taylor’s side. "What did Charles tell you?" Clarissa Taylor asked. Mason Wilson smiled, "Nothing much." Clarissa Taylor silently looked at him, and Mason Wilson couldn’t keep up the facade of smiling, heavily sighing, "Charles gave me a direction for the investigation." "What direction? Is it useful?" Clarissa Taylor hurriedly asked. She knew that recently Mason Wilson had been having people investigate the events of those years, but there hadn’t been any progress. Now that Charles gave a direction, could it lead to clues, to uncovering the events of that time? "It’s useful, and I also find it reasonable. But..." Mason Wilson’s words had Clarissa Taylor gripping his hand excitedly, "Really? Then hurry up and investigate!" "Clarissa, didn’t you hear the ’but’ in what I said?" Mason Wilson looked at Clarissa’s happiness, feeling increasingly troubled since the matter involved too many people. Apart from his sister Emerie and his parents, Chaya Davis is also Clarissa’s sister-in-law. If this matter comes out, it’ll implicate both Wilson and Taylor Families. "But what? Is the investigation very troublesome?" Clarissa Taylor asked in confusion, then spoke anxiously, "It’s fine, I know some people who can help too." Although the Taylor Family isn’t a business family like the Wilson Clan, they are scholarly, with connections still present. As long as the direction is right, she might know people in that direction to help with the investigation.