"Or are you saying that your company is about to go bankrupt, so you have the leisure to come here and cause trouble?" Sophie Wilson’s words were infuriating to the reporters. Unfortunately, they didn’t even have a chance to say another word because the police arrived. The reporters were dumbfounded; they never expected someone would call the police and accuse them of causing a disturbance! "How are we causing a disturbance?" The reporters felt they were wronged to death. "A group of people, organized and purposeful, came to my company, disrupted the normal work order and business, scared the employees and clients. If this isn’t causing a disturbance, then what is? Or are you saying someone has to die before it’s enough?" Sophie Wilson sneered, "I didn’t know you were so ruthless. Officer, you must investigate thoroughly, they are too vicious." Who’s really the vicious one here? Just like that, those reporters were "sent" away, and the company finally had some peace. Lucy Wells pulled Sophie Wilson into the office, asking worriedly, "Sophie, by saying that..." "Was I cool? Was it satisfying?" Sophie Wilson smiled, leaning with folded arms against the office desk, and asked Lucy Wells. "Cool, satisfying, but the problem is, aren’t you afraid they’ll write more smear pieces about you after they leave?" Lucy Wells was almost dying with worry, never expecting Sophie Wilson to still have the mood to care about being cool or not. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Even if I don’t say anything, they’ll still smear me." Sophie Wilson said with a laugh, unconcerned. The online Maritime Force, and some tabloids, they had been paid off. Proper newspapers wouldn’t be bribed by people that Ophelia Wilson hired, but what about the tabloids? No matter what she said or did now, they’d twist it. So why not enjoy herself while she could? "It’s fine, don’t worry." Sophie Wilson patted Lucy Wells on the shoulder, asked about company affairs, then went to Edward Palmer’s office to discuss preparations for what was to come. The online gossip would certainly affect some of the company’s business, but it wouldn’t be for long. No way she’d let Grace Wilson keep gloating and disgusting her in front of everyone. In the building’s stairwell, Kai Bright was on the phone with Charles Seymour, recounting what had just happened: "...Oh man, my cousin is so cool." "Mm." Charles Seymour wasn’t the slightest bit surprised, responding as if it were natural, "My Sophie has always been ." Kai Bright rolled his eyes at his phone. Charles Seymour only said one line, and it was both a boast and a clear declaration of ownership. Is it really okay for them to flaunt their love so shamelessly at all times and places? Have they even considered his feelings as a single guy? No need to ask—Charles Seymour surely hasn’t considered it, hadn’t even thought about it. "Why are you at Sophie’s company?" Charles Seymour asked curiously, his voice still as calm as ever, but Kai Bright distinctly detected a chill and sense of foreboding undercurrent in it. "Sophie was heading to the company, and I drove her over. I thought if anything happened, I’d be there to help Sophie solve it, so she wouldn’t get bullied." As soon as Kai Bright finished speaking, he heard Charles Seymour’s soft "Uh-huh" on the phone. Though his voice showed no change of emotion, Kai Bright inexplicably felt that the previous sense of danger vanished immediately. "Thank you," Charles Seymour expressed his gratitude. "Ah, no need to be so formal. Sophie is my cousin after all, isn’t it natural for me to do this?" Kai Bright said indifferently. "Still got to thank you, considering there’s a difference between inside and outside." Charles Seymour’s words made Kai Bright silently hang up the phone; he was done being agitated over this, okay? What’s wrong with being single?