Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 794 Grand Formation

James Reed was coaxing Ophelia Wilson on one side, while continuing his "confrontation" with Ethan Seymour on the other.

However, in the end, James Reed knew that he would inevitably lose.

"Dad, I really, really love Ophelia. That incident wasn’t her intention either, she did it to help me." James Reed was called over by Ethan Seymour again, and his explanation remained the same as before, still deeply devoted to Ophelia Wilson.

"You believe her just because she says so? Are you stupid?" Ethan Seymour was almost driven mad by James Reed.

"I’m telling you, our Seymour Family will never accept a woman like that. I heard you’ve been contacting wedding planners lately, right? Stop it immediately, or else you can prepare for my funeral!"

Ethan Seymour’s words scared James Reed: "Dad, please don’t push me like this, alright?"

"Who’s pushing whom here?" Ethan Seymour snapped, questioning loudly, "I’m telling you today, if she’s here, I’m not. If I’m here, she’s not!"

"Dad..." James Reed looked at Ethan Seymour with difficulty, but inside, he was actually quite pleased.

He was a filial son, after all, he couldn’t possibly abandon his father for Ophelia Wilson, right?

All he needed was another act of self-sacrifice, and his tragic image would be even more perfect.

Just at that moment, the company’s director Ralap Lee burst in without knocking: "Ethan, you better come quickly and take a look!"

"Look at what?" Ethan Seymour asked impatiently. He had just managed to somewhat persuade James Reed, and Ralap Lee just had to come in at this moment?

"At the company entrance... hurry and see for yourself. The whole matter with James has blown up!" Ralap Lee was sweating with anxiety and couldn’t explain further, so he grabbed Ethan Seymour and quickly walked towards the entrance.

James Reed followed behind in confusion, but as soon as he reached the company lobby, he understood.

A crowd had gathered at the entrance, dressed uniformly, holding banners, and even more surprising were the ones holding posters of Ophelia Wilson.

Their slogans were neat and unified, shouting, "Support James Reed! Deep Love Without Regret! Ophelia Should Be Happy!"

Upon hearing this, Ethan Seymour’s mind buzzed, almost fainting from anger!

His arm trembled, shakily pointing at the entrance, asking, "What is this nonsense?"

"They’re all fans of Ophelia Wilson," Ralap Lee said helplessly. "Die-hard fans of Ophelia Wilson, supporting the marriage of James Reed and Ophelia Wilson, that’s why they came rushing to show their support."

"Does my son’s marriage need their support?" Ethan Seymour was almost driven mad with anger, "Security, where is security? Get them all out!"

"We don’t have enough security," Ralap Lee smiled wryly, "but I’ve already asked someone to call the police, they should disperse soon, hopefully."

"Hopefully?" Ethan Seymour stared at Ralap Lee, obviously dissatisfied with his response.

"Staring at me doesn’t help, I didn’t cause this mess!" Ralap Lee wasn’t going to take Ethan Seymour’s anger, after all, if there was no James Reed or Ophelia Wilson, how would this situation arise?

After Ralap Lee spoke, Ethan Seymour glared viciously at James Reed: "Did you hear that? These are Ophelia Wilson’s fans, Ophelia Wilson’s!"

"She’s really doing everything to marry you!" Ethan Seymour jabbed James Reed’s head harshly with his finger.

James Reed’s head was bobbing from the prodding, but he no longer felt anything.

He was completely stunned by the situation.

What’s going on?

Why is this happening?