Mr. Reed looked at Sophie Wilson with a cold expression, of course, in sharp contrast to his expressionless handsome face, were his pair of fiery, passionate eyes that could burn a person to ashes.
Charles Seymour had eyes only for Sophie Wilson, completely ignoring what James Reed was saying.
The indifference of Charles Seymour and his attitude toward Sophie Wilson turned into red-hot steel needles, piercing deeply into James Reed's heart, driving him into a frenzy of jealousy and hatred.
"Mr. Reed, is it?" Sophie suddenly turned her head and smiled sweetly at James Reed.
This smile, incomparably dazzling, made a soft "puff" sound in James Reed's ears, as if he heard the sound of flowers blooming.
James Reed was quite confident in his own identity, now being the legitimate young master of the Seymour Family, the next heir of the Seymour Family.
In the circle, wherever he went, people flattered him.
Sophie Wilson must have heard the gossip from those people just now.
