Edward Palmer: "..."

Lucy Wells: "..."

Sophie Wilson looked at them curiously, blinked, and asked, "Are you guys okay? Why do you suddenly look like someone pressed your pressure points?"

"We’re fine." Edward Palmer shook his head with a laugh, "President Wilson, I’ll go back to work now."

"Alright." Sophie Wilson nodded, took a sip of water, and looked at Lucy Wells, complaining weakly, "It’s been so long since I’ve been this busy, I’m exhausted."

"Well, once you get through this busy period, you can continue being a couch potato, at least for quite a while." Lucy Wells said with a laugh and a cry.

That’s just like Sophie; when she’s lazy, she really takes it to an astonishing level, but whenever she decides to do something, she gives it her all and does it to perfection.

Just look at the data in this bid book, it’s truly meticulous.

"Oh yay, I’m happy!" Sophie Wilson jumped up, "Okay, there’s nothing much left today, right? I’m out of here."

With a rare couple of free hours, she was off to the mall to buy clothes for Mr. Seymour.

It’s spring, and soon it will be summer, so she’s going to buy summer clothes for Mr. Seymour.

With such a great physique, buying clothes for him is truly rewarding.

Thinking of Mr. Seymour’s indifferent, ascetic face wearing the clothes she bought for him, and then if she were to personally take them off for him...

Ugh... Sophie Wilson quickly covered her nose, no, no, can’t think like that.

She used to be a very decent person, but recently, why does she keep having these inappropriate thoughts?

It’s all because that day Charles Seymour, that jerk, said those words, stirring up all the wicked things deep inside her heart.

Beg for mercy...

Ah ah ah!!!

What kind of insane thoughts did that jerk have to come up with such an assaultive phrase?

Could it be that he sometimes hide in his room watching adult films?

Sophie Wilson’s mind flashed with an image of someone in a dimly lit room, eyes fixed on the screen, watching indescribable scenes... with a face full of seriousness and no emotional fluctuations...

Black lines!

Sophie Wilson shivered violently, just imagining this scene felt so eerie.

Not a hint of romance, instead, it was abrupt like the opening of a horror film.

For instance, a twisted doctor, technology freak, mad scientist...

Get a grip!

Sophie Wilson rubbed her arms hard, goosebumps all over.

Can’t think about it any longer.

Mr. Seymour is definitely not suited for that kind of image.

Sophie Wilson wandered through the men’s section for quite some time, oh my, seeing this, she wants to buy it, that also suits Mr. Seymour, all of them look great.

After decisively buying a few items, Sophie Wilson glanced around and her eyes suddenly lit up, she said mischievously to the sales assistant, "Wrap that one up for me."

Wonder what Mr. Seymour’s reaction will be when he sees this.

After buying everything, Sophie Wilson carried her bags with a significant sense of accomplishment... headed straight to the dessert section of the mall to enjoy some sweets!

Even if she gains weight, she wouldn’t miss out on the desserts here.

Delicious.

This dessert section has an open layout, with a wide view, and she easily spotted Emerie Wilson and Hayley Cole shopping on the floor below.

Oh!

Sophie Wilson reluctantly chuckled with her spoon in her mouth, what kind of luck is this, to bump into these two while shopping, maybe she should buy a lottery ticket when she goes out?

Luckily, those two hadn’t seen her yet, Sophie Wilson quickly changed spots.

It’s not that she’s afraid of them, she just really doesn’t want to waste time and energy talking to airheads, it’s mentally exhausting.