"Take it slow on the road, Ophelia, see James off," Mason Wilson fulfilled the duties of a hospitable host. However, only after James Reed left, did a hint of disapproval flash in his eyes. Previously, Ophelia Wilson liked him, so he didn’t want to associate the things James Reed’s mother did with James himself. But now, it seems... this James Reed is quite calculating. "I heard about what’s happening online." After stepping outside, James Reed didn’t get in the car immediately but whispered to Ophelia Wilson in the yard. "It’s good that this came out, just in time to cover up those things from before," James Reed said with a sigh of relief. "Hmm." Ophelia Wilson nodded, "I never expected that there would be so much between Sophie Wilson and Grace Wilson, it’s really... complicated and gives me a headache." "I am beginning to understand now why, some time ago, the internet was undermining me and propping up Sophie. The evidence Sophie posted couldn’t have been obtained by herself. James, you need to be careful of your older brother, he might sabotage you from behind for the Seymour Family’s inheritance." Ophelia Wilson was wholeheartedly planning for James Reed. "Yes, I understand. But if my brother wants the Seymour Family’s inheritance, he can have it. I was never justified nor legitimate in any claim, there’s nothing worth fighting for." James Reed’s indifference to fame and wealth left Ophelia Wilson feeling indignant, "How can that be? All these years you’ve been managing the business, what has he done?" "Alright, Ophelia, these matters should depend on the shareholders and grandpa’s wishes. We shouldn’t trouble ourselves over this, just do our part," James Reed instead tried to comfort Ophelia Wilson, seemingly not caring at all about who eventually inherits the Seymour Family estate. "Hmm." Seeing James Reed , Ophelia Wilson could only nod, urging him to go back and rest. Once James Reed had left, Ophelia Wilson secretly vowed in her heart that she would definitely help James get the Seymour Family, she wouldn’t let that useless parasite Charles Seymour have it! Fresh chapters posted on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Sitting in the car, James Reed looked at the downloaded video on his laptop, seeing Sophie Wilson standing strong amidst the chaos, like a proud plum blossom blooming in his heart. James Reed’s fingers meticulously traced Sophie’s exquisite and carefree brows and eyes, with a determined smile in his eyes. As long as he got the Seymour Family, crushing Charles Seymour into the mud, in the end, wouldn’t Sophie Wilson still be his? By marrying Ophelia Wilson, he would gain the cooperation opportunity with Peace Group, Seymour Family’s shareholders aren’t fools, they wouldn’t refuse money. By then... wouldn’t the Seymour Family be under his rule? What would that old fossil even matter? The weather was getting colder, and Sophie Wilson thought she should buy something for Mr. Seymour at home, like matching scarves. Wearing the same scarf as they walked around and sipping warm drinks, it would be so much fun. Sophie Wilson was happily wandering in the mall looking for suitable scarves when she heard a sarcastic voice nearby, "Spending money that’s not your own and not afraid it’ll burn your hand!" At first, Sophie didn’t pay attention; after all, there were so many people in the mall, and she knew few of them, assuming it was addressed to someone else. "Sophie Wilson, why are you pretending to be deaf?" The mention of her name made Sophie turn around in surprise, seeing the furious person behind her, she couldn’t help but laugh.