"Mr. Reed, what does this mean?" Benjamin Walton smiled at James Reed across the table and asked.

"This kind of business, I think Mr. Walton definitely doesn’t want to miss out on." James Reed pointed to the folder on the table.

"Everyone wants to secure the training camp bid naturally." Benjamin Walton didn’t feel the need to lie about this.

Becoming a stable supplier for the training camp would elevate the company’s entire status.

"If we partner up, I can do my best to help you secure this bid." James Reed said with a smile.

"Mr. Reed has this connection?" Benjamin Walton asked tentatively.

James Reed laughed, "Let’s not beat around the bush, lately I’ve been getting close to Hayley Cole. You should know whose daughter she is."

"Mr. Reed helps me like this... are you trying to prove your capability to Old Mr. Seymour?" To be honest, when it came to certain matters, Benjamin Walton and James Reed were quite in tune, after all, what they were doing was essentially the same — using women to achieve their goals.

"We can mutually benefit each other." James Reed frankly said to Benjamin Walton, "Isn’t Mr. Walton also planning to get hold of Wilson Corporation now?"

"I think just relying on Mr. Walton’s family business becoming a supplier might be a bit difficult, but with Wilson Corporation, definitely there’s no issue. However, Old Mrs. Wilson is definitely no match for you in this regard, after all, my relationship with Mr. Walton is better than with the Wilson Clan. Why did Ophelia Wilson hurt me so much?"

When James Reed spoke to this point, what was there that Benjamin Walton didn’t understand? 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Deal." Benjamin Walton shook hands with James Reed, both revealing the same smug smile.

Their collaboration was indeed mutually beneficial.

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"Sophie Wilson, come out!"

Sophie Wilson picked up the phone, looked at the name displayed on it, and decisively—directly hung up.

She shouldn’t have answered Emerie Wilson’s call; indeed, dealing with idiots is impossible.

"Sophie Wilson, you... hello?" Emerie Wilson incredulously looked at the phone, annoyed. Sophie Wilson actually dared to hang up on her?

Defiance?

Unwilling to give up, Emerie Wilson called again, "Sophie Wilson, you hung up on me... hello, hello?"

"Too much!" Emerie Wilson was furious, tried calling again, but it wouldn’t go through.

Too much, she actually blocked her number!

Emerie Wilson thought for a moment, then used another phone to call Sophie Wilson: "Sophie Wilson, are you going to just watch your grandfather get angered to death because of you? Make your father bear the name of ungratefulness?"

Sophie Wilson asked with a laugh, "The location?"

After hearing the location from Emerie Wilson, Sophie Wilson went upstairs, changed, and went out.

At the café, Sophie Wilson went in and saw Emerie Wilson sitting like an Empress Dowager on the sofa, smiled, and sat down.

"Sophie Wilson, you’re quite smug now." Emerie Wilson sized up Sophie Wilson, sarcastically said, "Now everyone knows about your good relationship with Charles Seymour; it’s enviable."

"Yes." Sophie Wilson nodded with a slight smile, said, "It’s enviable, indeed. There’s nothing I can do, my Mr. Seymour just treats me so well, loves me."

Emerie Wilson’s smile froze on her face, Sophie Wilson, this shameless woman, doesn’t know the meaning of restraint.

"Deep love?" Emerie Wilson sneered, said mockingly, "Ophelia Wilson used to think James Reed loved her deeply too, how is that now?"