"As long as the benefits are sufficient." Charles Seymour wasn't too worried.
Benjamin Walton has been married to Emerie Wilson for so many years, he surely has figured everything out.
He's finally ready to take action.
"Let them make a fuss." Sophie Wilson sneered, "They insisted on keeping Emerie Wilson around back then, now it's time for them to reap what they sow."
"Hmm." Charles Seymour nodded, adding, "Don't worry, I won't let Uncle get implicated."
Sophie couldn't help but laugh, "You didn't have to say it, I know you'll do just that."
"My Mr. Seymour always puts me first, no matter when." Sophie's gaze was as soft as the moonlit gauze fluttering in the night, gently falling on Charles Seymour's heart, making him irresistibly hold her hand, tightly, never letting go.
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"What are you doing?" Old Mr. Wilson shouted, hurriedly lifting the important documents from the table.
