Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 846: Stating the Facts

The two of them reached the office entrance and encountered Jim Perry.

Jim Perry greeted them with a smile, "Boss, boss lady."

As soon as he said those last three words, he noticeably felt that his boss’s gaze softened a bit.

Indeed, flattering the right person!

"The boss and the boss lady really have a great relationship, coming to work hand in hand," Jim Perry teased.

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly felt the surrounding temperature drop drastically.

Oh no!

Jim Perry inwardly cursed himself, regretting it to death, had he gotten carried away?

Wasn’t this courting disaster?

It was only then that Sophie realized she’d been holding someone’s finger all along.

Sophie raised her hand and saw that someone’s big hand had been pulled along by her. She burst out laughing, "Yeah, we have a great relationship, holding hands so we don’t get separated."

Jim Perry: "..."

Holding hands... so childish.

But as soon as Sophie finished saying that, the drastically cold temperature suddenly warmed up, as if in high summer.

Jim Perry was silent, he understood which leg he should cling to in the future.

"Boss, boss lady, I’ll go back to work now." Having said this, Jim Perry immediately made a hasty retreat, reminding himself not to disturb the boss unless it’s a life-and-death matter for the company.

After all, affecting the boss and boss lady’s date, that’s an unforgivable sin!

Sophie entered Charles Seymour’s office and laughed, "Mr. Seymour, you’re quite interesting, holding my hand all the way."

Charles Seymour hung his coat nearby and calmly said, "You were scared first."

"Scared?" Sophie looked at him, puzzled, completely unaware of when she had that emotion.

"You grabbed my clothes when you saw the reporters," Charles Seymour calmly stated the facts.

Sophie: "..."

Do Sophie and Charles Seymour need to be so formal?

She directly pounced on him, pinched his face, and tugged it lightly to both sides.

Charles Seymour looked at her in confusion.

"I’m checking to see how thick someone’s skin really is," Sophie laughed, "Are you trying to say that holding hands gives me more courage than grabbing your clothes, so I wouldn’t be scared?"

Under Sophie’s intense gaze, a normal person certainly wouldn’t give a positive answer.

But, who is Charles Seymour?

He nodded calmly.

Sophie was simply amused, "So you can openly hold hands and take credit, right? You want to do something tonight, don’t you?"

Charles Seymour’s eyes suddenly lit up like the night sky.

Sophie chuckled coldly and slapped Charles Seymour on the face, "No way!"

Charles Seymour frowned, looking like a bitter melon.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful!" Sophie wasn’t buying his act.

Having been together for a long time, she knew even more how "sly" this guy was.

His shamelessness truly amazed her.

If he had flaunted half his current shamelessness in their previous lives, they would never have missed each other that lifetime.

"You grabbed my clothes not because you were scared?" Charles Seymour asked a bit sullenly, his plan failed... with Sophie, he seemed to always lose.

"I was happy to have a big shot backing me up so I could show off," Sophie snorted, "Don’t overthink it."

"Then how do you plan to please the big shot?" Charles Seymour asked hopefully.