When Sophie Wilson reached the stairwell, she understood why Clarissa Taylor had come here.
She had just met Ophelia Wilson yesterday, and unexpectedly saw this big celebrity again today.
No wonder they moved to this side; they were afraid Ophelia Wilson would be discovered.
"Sophie." As soon as Clarissa Taylor saw Sophie Wilson coming over, she immediately greeted her warmly.
She had always been elegant and refined, with an air of scholarly grace. Even though she was now in her fifties, her noble demeanor was undiminished.
"You must be Miss Sophie Wilson." Mason Wilson hurried over and said with a smile, "I'm really grateful to you. If it weren't for you, I shudder to think of the consequences."
"This is my personal card; feel free to call me if you ever need anything." Mason Wilson handed over the card with both hands. Sophie Wilson glanced at it, slightly raising her eyebrows — the renowned Wilson Clan of Imperial City indeed.
