Charles Seymour hung up the phone and turned to go upstairs, leaving the butler standing there rubbing his eyes. Was the lighting too dazzling just now, causing him to hallucinate?
Why did it seem like he saw the gentleman smile?
The butler tried hard to look again, but could only see Charles Seymour's indifferent profile; there wasn't the slightest hint of a smile.
Could it really have been a trick of his eyes?
After taking a bath, Sophie Wilson took out her phone and dialed a number. As expected, it rang several times without anyone picking up, and then automatically hung up.
Sophie raised her eyebrows with a smile, of course, her sister wouldn't answer the phone.
"Sis, what exactly did you do with that money? Hundreds of thousands! Should I tell Dad? Those people are about to go crazy looking for you. I'm almost at my limit!"
Completely different from the anxious tone of the message, Sophie Wilson's expression was exceptionally calm, without a hint of worry.
