"As long as the benefits are sufficient." Charles Seymour wasn’t too worried.

Benjamin Walton has been married to Emerie Wilson for so many years, he surely has figured everything out.

He’s finally ready to take action.

"Let them make a fuss." Sophie Wilson sneered, "They insisted on keeping Emerie Wilson around back then, now it’s time for them to reap what they sow."

"Hmm." Charles Seymour nodded, adding, "Don’t worry, I won’t let Uncle get implicated."

Sophie couldn’t help but laugh, "You didn’t have to say it, I know you’ll do just that."

"My Mr. Seymour always puts me first, no matter when." Sophie’s gaze was as soft as the moonlit gauze fluttering in the night, gently falling on Charles Seymour’s heart, making him irresistibly hold her hand, tightly, never letting go.

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"What are you doing?" Old Mr. Wilson shouted, hurriedly lifting the important documents from the table.

Old Mrs. Wilson finally came to her senses, hurriedly grabbing tissues from the side and pressing them onto the hot water running all over the table, while explaining, "I just wanted to bring you a cup of water."

"Bring what water? What a mess!" Old Mr. Wilson looked at the chaotic tabletop, his anger rising uncontrollably, giving him a headache.

"Oh, you old man! I’m doing this for your sake, worried you might be thirsty, and you still complain so much!" Old Mrs. Wilson was annoyed, and when she heard this, she got anxious, "If you can’t handle your company’s affairs, why take it out on me?"

"I say you should find someone capable to help you manage things now." Old Mrs. Wilson’s words made Old Mr. Wilson frown in displeasure as he questioned, "What has Emerie been telling you? Is Benjamin trying to pull a fast one again? Emerie’s dumb, and you lost your mind too, right?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Let me tell you, there’s no way!" Old Mr. Wilson’s resolute decision displeased Old Mrs. Wilson, "How can you say that? Benjamin is our son-in-law after all. It’s just letting him temporarily manage the company, not giving it away!"

"What do you know?" Old Mr. Wilson couldn’t reason with Old Mrs. Wilson, and in frustration, he ordered her away, "Get out!"

"What do I know? I know ever since Mason left, the company’s performance has been declining. If this continues, the business will shrink! Over time, the company will..."

"Will what?" Old Mr. Wilson angrily interrupted Old Mrs. Wilson’s pessimistic words, "As long as Mason returns and Peace Group supports us, the company will definitely get better and better!"

Old Mrs. Wilson heard this and sneered, asking full of sarcasm, "Will Mason come back?"

"Didn’t you hear Mason’s terms? If he comes back, our Emerie is gone!" Old Mrs. Wilson said this with a crying tone, "Mason wasn’t such a cold-hearted person before. She’s his sister. Isn’t it all because of that little bitch Sophie Wilson stirring things up?"

Old Mrs. Wilson thought of the phone recording Emerie Wilson played for her today, and it made her even more angry. If it weren’t for Sophie Wilson’s ruthless cold-bloodedness, she wouldn’t have been so distracted she couldn’t even hold a cup of water steady.

"You still want to cooperate with Peace Group? At your age, do you shamelessly intend to cozy up to someone like Charles Seymour just to wait for a crumb to fall from his fingers to you?" Old Mrs. Wilson patted her own face, saying, "You may not want face, but I do!"

"Watch your words! He’s our granddaughter’s husband!" Old Mr. Wilson frowned.