"Haha... this is just so fantastic." Sophie Wilson was holding the newspaper, reading the report above, laughing so gleefully.
The newspaper gave a pretty big section, detailing the entire backstory and aftermath.
Leo Wells and his company are completely famous now, in the worst possible way.
"Is the newspaper more important than breakfast?" The icy voice was clearly filled with anger, but unfortunately, Sophie Wilson is not at all afraid of this pretentious guy.
Raising her hand, she waved the newspaper at the cold-faced Charles Seymour, and asked with a grin: "So many reporters actually went to Lucy's home to interview Daisy Lewis... How do you think they found Lucy's address?"
"Isn't this just a part of a journalist's job?" Charles Seymour casually replied, sat down, picked up the toasted bread slice, spread the homemade strawberry jam on it, and handed it to Sophie Wilson.
"Oh." Sophie Wilson reached out to take the bread slice.
