Chapter 95: Chapter 095 My Duty
"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.
Charles Seymour frowned, withdrew his hand, leaving Sophie Wilson grabbing thin air.
This left her a bit awkward.
Before she had time to react, Charles Seymour took the wet tissue from the side, wiped her hand holding the newspaper, and then handed the bread slice to her.
The whole set of actions was done smoothly, without the slightest hesitation, so smoothly that the nanny holding the fried eggs almost dropped the plate.
Luckily, the experienced butler caught it, saving the fried eggs from a near disastrous fate.
The butler took the fried eggs out, placed the plate on the dining table, and quietly withdrew.
The temperature of the fried eggs was just right; Charles Seymour placed them in front of Sophie Wilson.
Sophie Wilson crunched down a slice of bread, a fried egg, sipping warm milk, while asking, "How do I remember, you helped me send Lucy home before."
"Mm." Charles Seymour responded casually, not really engaging, and then prepared another slice of bread for Sophie Wilson.
"I say, Mr. Seymour, are you planning to do good deeds without leaving a name?" Sophie Wilson asked Charles Seymour amusingly, "These reporters going to Lucy’s home, doesn’t have anything to do with you?"
"When I got off work, I mentioned in the car worrying that Lucy’s aunt might cause trouble at her home. In the evening, reporters timely went to stop her... quite the coincidence."
Still denying?
Still stubbornly denying?
Humph!
Too bad, she’s already seen through it completely!
Charles Seymour made her a bit of vegetable salad, naturally looked at her, and asked very calmly: "Solving problems for your girlfriend, do you need to specifically mention it?"
One sentence left Sophie Wilson in a daze, staring blankly at Charles Seymour.
Then, she saw his thin lips slightly curve up into an enticing arc, his voice sounded pleasing like a cello, lightly resonating in her ear, making her heartstrings tremble: "Isn’t this my duty?"
A wave of heat swept over, as if her cheeks were on fire.
Sophie Wilson opened her mouth, and couldn’t say a single word, eventually grabbed the milk cup, quickly gulping down half a cup of milk to ease the momentary surge of boiling blood.
This guy... such a "frightening" speaker right when he opens his mouth.
Seeing Sophie’s cheeks reddened, eyes sparkling and moist, Charles Seymour felt inexplicably good, without any specific reason, just felt his mood soaring.
Taking a bite of the bread, it tasted more delicious than usual, it seems the chef’s skills have improved.